God Emperor

After walking out of the forest, Zhang Ruochen released his spiritual power and conducted some investigations, finding traces of the battle left by Jiu Fengzi and Ye Xiaoxiang.

"Jiu Fengzi and Gu Songzi did not escape from Xianji Mountain, but went to the depths of Xianji Mountain instead."

Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised and felt it was difficult to understand.

Then, after repeated confirmation, he finally came to the same conclusion.

Whether it was the black figure who claimed to be a "dead clan" or the bone finger that rushed out from the bottom of the Taoist temple, they all went to the depths of Xianji Mountain. It can be seen that there must be great danger there.

What did they go there for?

"It seems that Shi Qianjue's holy accord has caused great trouble to Jiu Fengzi and Gu Songzi, forcing them to flee to the depths of Xianji Mountain and borrow external forces to fight against Ye Xiaoxiang." Zhang Ruochen guessed in his heart.

"No one knows how terrible the power of the dead is. This road is probably a life-or-death struggle for them."

Qing Mo pursed his lips, as if he thought of something, and sighed softly: "Sir, Jiu Fengzi told me what happened back then."

"Really? Tell me about it." Zhang Ruochen said.

Qing Mo said: "Six hundred years ago, Jiu Fengzi received Gu Songzi's message and immediately rushed back to the Demon Cult headquarters to persuade Shi Qianjue to save Gu Songzi's family. However, he was unlucky and was intercepted by the Queen on the way. In order to get back alive, he could only kneel down and beg the Queen, and also swore to never kill, never do evil, and quit the Demon Cult. However, he was still a step late and failed to save people."

"It seems that Jiu Fengzi endured humiliation and was not as timid as Gu Songzi said." Zhang Ruochen said.

How many grievances make people sigh.

Fate is unfortunate, but there is nothing he can do.

Qing Mo frowned and said, "But I just don't understand why he didn't tell Gu Songzi the truth?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "For a saint, it is more difficult to make him kneel than to let him die. What's more, the one kneeling is his own enemy who killed his master. If he tells the truth, then the one who will feel guilty for the rest of his life is Gu Songzi."

"In other words, the drunkard paid a greater price than his life?" Qing Mo asked, not quite understanding.

"That's right." Zhang Ruochen said.

With their current cultivation, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo can't intervene in the battle of the Saint King level. They can't go deep into Xianji Mountain.

At present, the most important thing to do is to find a safe hiding place and nourish the three meridians to the best state.

Xianji Mountain is indeed dangerous, but it is also an excellent hiding place.

Zhang Ruochen raised his head and saw a towering sacred mountain, shaped like a stone elephant, which was the mountain they climbed when they first entered Xianji Mountain.

At the top of Lingshan Mountain, there is a large ancient building with a sacred aura emanating from it, making people wonder if it is the place where the gods live.

"Let's go, it's there." Zhang Ruochen took Qing Mo and climbed the mountain again.

The golden bat python shrank its body to only three feet long, flapped its bat wings, and flew above Qing Mo's head.

When they approached the top of the mountain, they saw the broken Taoist temple. The ruins of the Taoist temple were divided into two parts, and in the middle, there was a ground crack that extended all the way to the ground.

At the beginning, the bone finger rushed out from under the ground crack.

"The bone finger was once sealed here and suppressed by a Taoist temple. What is the amazing origin of the bone finger? Who sealed it here? Are there other bone fragments in Xianji Mountain?"

Zhang Ruochen was full of doubts and told Qing Mo to wait for him on the ground. Then, he jumped down the ground crack alone to look for clues.

Under the Taoist temple, there is a twelve-foot-high black stone altar engraved with ancient characters.

However, the black altar had been broken, and Zhang Ruochen did not find any useful clues on the words, so he had to return to the ground.

"How is it?"

Qing Mo's eyes widened, and he was extremely curious. He was obviously very interested in the origin of the bone-cut finger.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and said, "Let's go!"

The ancient building on the top of the mountain, even after 100,000 years of wind and rain, is still magnificent and awe-inspiring.

You know, even the bone-cut finger dared not break in, which is enough to show that this place must be quite extraordinary.

Outside the blue palace, Zhang Ruochen arranged a space maze to prevent the masters of the Moon Worshiping Demon Cult, the Undead Blood Clan, and the Dead Clan from breaking in.

Entering the blue palace, Qing Mo's eyes turned and said, "Young Master, your cultivation has recovered and you can tear the space. You should be able to break the formation deep in the palace. Should we go in and explore? Who knows, there may be extraordinary gains."

"Let's go." Zhang Ruochen nodded. ?Walking on the stone road full of weeds, passing through ancient palaces, Zhang Ruochen stopped under a silver maple tree.

He pressed his palm forward lightly.

"Wow--"

A layer of translucent barrier like a water curtain appeared, blocking his palm. White electric lines flowed on the water curtain barrier, converging at the position of Zhang Ruochen's palm, forming a counterattack force.

Zhang Ruochen had been prepared for a long time. In an instant, he retracted his palm, and his body flew backwards, falling three feet away.

The formation here is quite powerful, and brute force can't break it at all.

"Try using the space crack."

Zhang Ruochen circulated the holy energy, and at the same time, released the holy aspect of space, mobilized the rules of space with all his strength, and condensed the index finger on his right hand.

Just when Zhang Ruochen was about to tear apart the space, he suddenly noticed a strange fluctuation of holy energy above his head.

"There is an extremely holy master standing on the top of the temple."

Zhang Ruochen glanced diagonally upward from the corner of his eyes, immediately changed the trajectory of his fingers, swung upwards, and struck towards the location where the fluctuation of holy energy was coming from.

At this moment, a crimson figure swooped down from the top of the palace at a strange and unpredictable speed, changing its position seven times in a row, avoiding the cracks in the space, leaving seven figures in the air.

Qing Mo noticed the heat wave and energy coming from above, and with the fastest reaction speed, he reached out to pick up the silver kitchen knife.

However, the opponent was faster. He grabbed Qing Mo's wrist first and used his other hand to grab Zhu Qingyi, who was held by Qing Mo.

Just as the crimson figure was about to succeed, Zhang Ruochen suddenly turned into an afterimage and appeared behind her, hitting her on the back of the neck with a sword.

The crimson figure had no choice but to shake the green ink away with a palm. Then, two slender index fingers and middle fingers stretched out and formed into finger swords, colliding with the finger sword played by Zhang Ruochen.

"Bang bang."

They are all pointing swords, a duel of thirteen moves in a row.

The two finger swords collided violently, and countless sword energy flew out, leaving holes in the palace walls on both sides of the stone path.

Then, the two quickly separated.

By the time Zhang Ruochen stabilized his steps, the red figure had retreated to the end of the stone path and stood more than twenty feet away.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, taking less than one breath in total. However, Zhu Qingyi has been taken away.

Immediately afterwards, six white-feathered female saints rushed out of the nearby palace, standing behind the red figure.

Zhang Ruochen finally saw the face of the red figure clearly, but he didn't get angry and said calmly: "Is this the way Martial Saint Canglan returns favor?"

Martial Saint Canglan hugged Zhu Qingyi, with a proud look in his eyes, and smiled sweetly: "I was hiding in the blue palace, but you didn't notice me. In other words, I can take action against you at any time. Assassination, but I didn't do it. Isn't this a return of favor? "

Reasoning with a woman is obviously not something a smart person should do.

Zhang Ruochen was too lazy to argue with Canglan Martial Saint. He could only blame himself for being careless and should have been more careful.

There is a mysterious force in the blue palace that can suppress the monk's mental power and perception. Otherwise, Zhang Ruochen would definitely have discovered Canglan Martial Saint in advance.

"Have you already entered this blue palace?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Martial Saint Canglan was in a very good mood and said: "Do you think you are the only one who realizes that this place is extraordinary? If this temple can prevent the evil shadow of the osteotomized finger from entering, it must be able to restrain the osteotomized finger and death. The family’s treasure.”

"But you can't break through the formation here and are blocked from the outside." Zhang Ruochen said.

"That's right."

Martial Saint Canglan put away the smile on his face and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He was obviously frustrated.

"Maybe I can break the formation here."

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand gently, and a half-foot-long hole opened in the space not far away, saying: "If you want me to take you in, you must first return Zhu Qingyi to me and apologize to me."

"Are you crazy? You actually think that Canglan Martial Saint, the head of the Nine Heavenly Mysteries, would bow his head and apologize to a court felon?"

Martial Saint Canglan raised his snow-white chin, revealing a slender and sexy neck, with no intention of compromising.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Martial Saint Canglan, the leader of the Nine Heavens Mysteries, actually attacked two monks who were lower than her from behind. Once word spreads, I'm afraid she will become the laughing stock of the monks all over the world, right?"

Martial Saint Canglan frowned and said solemnly: "The dead tribe comes from outside the territory, and the threat to the human race is not necessarily greater than the undead blood tribe. The treasures deep in the blue palace can restrain them, so they must Only when it is in the hands of the imperial court can it play its greatest role. Zhang Ruochen, for the sake of justice, we should put aside our past grudges and break in together to take it out. From now on, I will definitely report your achievements to the Queen. …”

Hearing the word "Queen", Zhang Ruochen's eyes darkened, interrupted her, and said: "For the sake of justice, you should return the person to me first, and then apologize to me."

Martial Saint Canglan grinded her teeth hard and was very angry. Originally, she had a good impression of Zhang Ruochen. If Zhang Ruochen could cooperate with her to take out the treasure deep in the cyan palace. In the future, even if she risks angering the Queen, she will report this credit to offset the crimes Zhang Ruochen has committed.

However, Zhang Ruochen refused to cooperate at all and asked her to bow her head and apologize and admit that she had done something wrong!

who is she? She is the head of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Women, the high-ranking Canglan Martial Saint, and she is not a little girl like Qing Mo. She also wants to show her face.

The six female saints were also a little dumbfounded, feeling that Zhang Ruochen had eaten the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage.

However, for some reason, they were not disgusted or hostile to Zhang Ruochen in their hearts. Instead, they secretly laughed in their hearts, feeling that Master Wusheng would suffer another loss this time.

At the same time, there are also some curious, who of the two of them will compromise in the end?