God Emperor

King Zhongying said: "You killed people on the territory of the Qingtian tribe, how could you let them escape so easily? Go there yourself and be sure to intercept them. Don't let the tiger go back to the mountain."

"According to the intelligence analysis passed down, their cultivation level is not very strong. There is no need for the disciples to personally take action. Just send a death knight to destroy them." Zhu Qingyi has a red evil flower pattern between his eyebrows. The seal exudes a faint brilliance, making her look even more evil.

King Zhongying said: "Killing them is just one of the smaller tasks. What you really want to do on this trip is to go to Hongchuan Mansion and invite an Alchemy Saint Master to the Qingtian Tribe."

"A holy master of alchemy."

Zhu Qingyi's expression became quite serious and he had to face the matter seriously.

The Alchemy Saint Master can refine holy elixirs, and has the ability to "live and die, and live bones." If you get an Alchemy Saint Master, the strength of the entire Qingtian tribe will increase.

In the Northern Territory, there are only two Alchemy Saint Masters, and each one of them can become a guest of the Blood Emperor. How could such a person not be treated with caution?

King Zhongying flicked his fingers, and a piece of white letterhead flew out from between his two fingers and said: "The letter records the information of the Alchemy Master. You must rush there as soon as possible. It is said that several other The tribe has also sent out strong men to invite this person, so don’t let them get there first.”

The ten major tribes both cooperate with each other and compete with each other.

Zhu Qingyi grabbed the letter, pursed his lips and smiled. His red phoenix eyes were slightly raised. Such beautiful eyes showed a murderous intent, and said: "Since we are going to Hongchuan Mansion, then the disciple will kill those three." A human saint.”

"Wow——"

Immediately, Zhu Qingyi turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared into the palace.

There is a long distance from Ningfeng Mansion to Hongchuan Mansion. The distance is two million miles, and ordinary people cannot cross it even if they walk for a lifetime.

There is actually a space wormhole connecting the two mansions, and they will be reached in an instant. However, the entrance to the wormhole was heavily guarded by undead vampires and there was no way to take advantage of it. Zhang Ruochen and the others had no choice but to fly to Hongchuan Mansion.

On the way, Huang Yanchen beheaded an immortal vampire commander and seized his chariot.

The chariot is pulled by two sixth-level superior beasts. It can travel on land and soar in the sky. Moreover, its fastest speed is comparable to that of a lower-level saint, and it can cross hundreds of thousands of miles every day. .

Zhang Ruochen sat in the chariot, closed his eyes and meditated, searching for the memories in his mind.

Eight hundred years ago, he had read through the "Code of Spiritual Power" of the Shengming Central Empire and had seen many advanced thunder spells. He was going to pick out one or two to practice and enhance his own strength.

Only using low-level spells will not bring out the true strength of the spiritual saint at all. Just like when he fought against the Four-Winged Blood Saint and cast dozens of low-level spells, he still didn't kill him.

Spells are divided into ten levels in total.

Zhang Ruochen has only mastered a few low-level spells now. The most powerful move, "Thunder Fire Vortex", is only a third-level spell, far from being comparable to a tenth-level spell.

On top of the tenth-level spells, there are even more powerful mental tricks, called holy spells.

Only with the spiritual strength of a spiritual saint can it be possible to successfully practice the holy method. Every move of the Holy Technique has earth-shattering power. It can level a mountain, burn a sea, and destroy a huge city.

There are also ten levels of holy law. Even if it is only a first-level holy law, it is very difficult to practice and requires a lot of time to understand.

"First-level holy method, Thor's Hammer."

Zhang Ruochen read a sentence in his mouth, and then densely packed words appeared in his mind.

Theoretically speaking, a spell requires an entire book to record it. Only by thoroughly understanding this book can one successfully practice the spell.

A holy method requires a room full of books to explain and elaborate. Only by thoroughly understanding all the books in a room can one successfully cultivate a holy method.

The content and interpretation of Thor's Hammer have long been remembered in Zhang Ruochen's mind, but understanding it is another matter. After just meditating for a moment, he felt a little dizzy and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Zhang Ruochen did not give up. He used his powerful mental power to study each book one by one in the sea of ​​consciousness, overcoming one difficulty after another.

You know, with Zhang Ruochen's current mental strength, it only takes one breath to write down all the contents of a book and understand the meaning of those contents.

However, it took him two full days to sort out all the contents of Thor's Hammer, and he only understood 50% to 60% of its true meaning.

"continue."

Zhang Ruochen wanted to increase his strength and must cultivate a holy method as soon as possible.

As long as he masters a holy method, Zhang Ruochen has a great chance of winning even if he encounters a saint in the Xuanhuang Realm.

Saints in the Xuanhuang Realm are already quite powerful beings among the creatures in the Holy Realm.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen spent another day and night meditating on the contents of Thor's Hammer for the second time, and understood 70% to 80% of its true meaning.

After three days of non-stop training, Zhang Ruochen's current physical condition was naturally a bit too much for him and he had to stop and rest.

After his condition recovered somewhat, Zhang Ruochen came outside the chariot and tried to cast this holy method.

His hands formed a hand seal, and immediately, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered towards him, transforming into purple thunder and lightning, intertwined together.

The entire sky darkened, black clouds rolled in, and a huge aura was brewing in the clouds.

The creatures within a hundred miles radius looked at the terrifying vision in the sky and felt the astonishing pressure, and they were all trembling with fear.

However, Thor's hammer did not condense. The thunder and lightning gradually dispersed and disappeared without a trace, and the sky became clear again.

The cast failed.

Zhang Ruochen was not discouraged, he just shook his head slightly, smiled, and started to use it for the second time.

The second time, it was already a failure.

The third time, failed.

…

After failing more than twenty times in a row, Zhang Ruochen felt a little tired and stopped. While recovering his mental strength, he also thought carefully about the reasons for the failure.

From beginning to end, Huang Yanchen remained quiet, without saying a word, just staring at Zhang Ruochen quietly.

Qing Mo quietly transmitted the message and said: "Princess, Mr. Zhang seems to be in trouble. Without the guidance of the elder spiritual saints, it is impossible for him to successfully cultivate a holy method."

Spiritual monks also have teachers.

The teacher not only teaches them how to cultivate spiritual power, but also teaches them how to cultivate magic and holy methods.

Some techniques and details in cultivation are not recorded in books at all, and you will take many detours if you just rely on yourself to understand them. Not to mention a few days, even if it takes a few months, or even a few years, you may not be able to successfully cultivate a holy method.

Huang Yanchen said: "Zhang Ruochen is not an ordinary person. Ever since he embarked on the path of cultivation, there has been almost no teacher to teach him. He has been teaching all by himself. In the final analysis, no one can teach him. This shows that his understanding It’s not something ordinary people can compare to. A holy law will certainly not be able to hold him back.”

Qing Mo always felt that Her Highness the Princess had blind confidence in Zhang Ruochen. Was it because she loved someone that she believed he could do anything?

"I understand that only by combining the spiritual power of the holy image with the aura of heaven and earth can the holy method be cast."

The corners of Zhang Ruochen's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile, then he stood up and formed another seal.

"Chichi."

The holy form of spiritual power appeared, which was a human form, condensed by thunder and lightning, emitting a dazzling light, making the dark night sky reflect a layer of purple brilliance.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth continuously converged towards the holy image of spiritual power, condensing into an electric hammer.

Qing Mo stared dumbfounded at the huge thunderous figure standing behind Zhang Ruochen. It looked like a thunder god holding an electric hammer, and the aura it exuded was quite powerful.

Qing Mo stuck out his tongue and had to be convinced in his heart. He said to himself: "It's so amazing. It only took three days to learn a holy method by myself."

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen seemed to have noticed something and glanced in the direction behind him. Then he knocked out Thor's hammer and hit a mountain sixty miles away.

A death knight wearing the blood armor of the Ten Saints stood on the top of the mountain. When he saw the electric hammer falling from the sky, he quickly raised a shield with a skull on it.

Immediately, a huge blood-red skull flew out of the shield and collided with Thor's hammer.

"Boom."

The mountain, more than two thousand meters high, collapsed downwards and soon turned into flat ground. Even some rocks melted into magma. On the surface of the magma, there were streaks of lightning flowing.

The Death Knight did not fall down, he still remained standing, holding up his shield.

"Snapped!"

The shield in his hand shattered into pieces of iron.

The death knight coughed up blood from his mouth and suffered some injuries. He quickly retreated backwards, met up with another death knight, and stood side by side.

"Could it be that the Temple of the Immortal sent the Death Knight to chase him?"

Huang Yanchen and Qing Mo immediately circulated their holy energy and entered a fighting state.

Behind the two Death Knights, a woman wearing a black veil walked out. She had a curvy figure and soft curves. Her eyes contained evil power. She said softly: "Before I came here, I underestimated you. With the attack power you just unleashed, your mental power has probably reached level 52, right?"

"Are you a human or an immortal vampire?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

That woman didn't have blood wings on her back, that's why Zhang Ruochen asked this question.

She smiled slightly: "My body contains half the blood of the undead vampires and half the blood of humans. I forgot to tell you that my name is Zhu Qingyi, and I am the direct disciple of King Zhongying."

"The disciple of King Zhongying."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes revealed a cold look.

It’s really a narrow road between enemies.

Zhu Qingyi said: "You have pretty good mental strength and you are a talented person. Tell me your name and origin. I mean there may not be a way out for you."