God Emperor

After arriving at a safe area, Zhang Ruochen placed the seventh-level Marquis and Qing Mo on the ground.

Immediately, he mobilized the holy energy and injected it into the twelve beads on his wrist. The twelve beads flew up, suspended in twelve directions, and covered an area of ​​100 feet in radius.

The seventh-level Marquis had fainted and fell on the thick fallen leaves like a dead pig.

Zhang Ruochen's face was solemn, and he stretched out a finger and pressed it between his eyebrows. A powerful spiritual power rushed out from the fingertips and entered the sea of ​​consciousness of the seventh-level Marquis to explore his memory.

The surface of the sea of ​​consciousness of the seventh-level marquis was covered with a dark purple halo, which resisted Zhang Ruochen's mental power.

"In order to prevent important information from being stolen, the big shot of the Rakshasa tribe actually sealed his sea of ​​consciousness."

Subsequently, Zhang Ruochen mobilized the pure fire of annihilation in the sea of ​​​​qi, condensed it into a flame spike, followed the spiritual power and rushed into the eyebrows of the seventh-level marquis, carefully refining the dark purple halo on the surface of the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Bo."

The pure fire burned through the dark purple halo. Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Ruochen's mental power successfully broke in and searched for valuable information in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After a moment, Zhang Ruochen retracted his fingers and started thinking.

"It turns out that a powerful figure like Feng Xinghou is just a subordinate of Young Master Lingquan. That Young Master Lingquan is the real powerful character."

"But why did Young Master Lingquan order the capture of the talented woman with the holy book? What value does the talented woman with the holy book have to him?"

In the memory of the seventh-level marquis, Zhang Ruochen discovered many important things, including information about some of the top figures in the Rakshasa clan.

Princess Rakshasa, Young Master Lingquan, Marquis Xianyou, Marquis Shengjian...

Among them, Lingquan Shaojun is another quite terrifying being. He commands ten first-class marquises and has an extraordinary status in the Rakshasa clan.

What makes Zhang Ruochen even more puzzled is that he himself seems to be the target of Lingquan Shaojun.

"A descendant of a Rakshasa monarch came to the ancestral spirit world in the Doomsday Battlefield stage. He was not looking for the Phoenix Nest, but was looking for me and the Holy Book Talent. Why on earth?"

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and meditated, always feeling like he was about to figure out the reason, but at a certain place his thoughts suddenly stopped and a contradiction appeared.

Finally, Zhang Ruochen shook his head, stretched out his finger again, and pressed the forehead of the seventh-level marquis.

This time, Zhang Ruochen discovered another layer of purple halo deeper in the sea of ​​consciousness of the seventh-level marquis, which was stronger than the outer layer.

"Is there a bigger secret locked away?"

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the Jingming Divine Fire to crack it again.

Just as the Purifying Divine Fire burned through the purple halo, the body of the seventh-level Marquis began to tremble violently. Then, there was a roar in the air sea, and a destructive force burst out from the inside out.

"Space collapses."?

Zhang Ruochen's expression changed slightly, he suddenly stepped back, and pressed his hands forward, shattering the space within ten feet of the seventh-level marquis.

The body of the seventh-level marquis had just exploded, and before the destructive power in his body was released, he was swallowed up by the broken space and disappeared into the void space.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out an arm to block the surging energy, and said with a solemn expression: "I can't find out what other secrets the Rakshasa tribe hides? Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise, I would definitely suffer a big loss."

After the space regained stability, Zhang Ruochen took out the merit book wall and placed it under the twelve Buddhist beads.

Seeing the merit book wall, Qing Mo's eyes widened, and he immediately rushed over, touched the wall, and said: "The merit book wall, it turned out to be a merit book wall... Zhang Ruochen, you actually took it from the holy mountain. The merits are recorded on the wall, great, now the Kunlun world is saved!"?

"What does it have to do with Kunlun Realm?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Suddenly, Qing Mo calmed down and remained silent.

Zhang Ruochen took out the Rakshasa blood and remnant souls he had just collected and placed them next to the merit book wall. Immediately, the merit value of Guanghan Realm increased by another 370,000 points.

Three hundred and seventy thousand points is already a huge number, and many saints will not be able to collect so many merit points in their entire lives.

However, the gap between the Guanghan Realm and the Great Demon Shifang Realm was too big. Even with Zhang Ruochen's strength alone, he could not surpass the past by attacking and killing the Marquis of Rakshasa without stopping.

Three hundred and seventy thousand merit points seemed a bit insignificant.

"There are only two options now."

"First, secretly contact the saints of Guanghan Realm, collect the remnant souls and blood of Rakshasa from them, and exchange them all for merit points. This should increase the merit value of Guanghan Realm by a large margin."?

"Second, grab."

Robbing is the fastest way to collect merit points.

Hearing the word "rob", Qing Mo, who was standing aside, was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

Guarding against Zhang Ruochen was like guarding against a robber. She rushed to the merit book wall, took out Rakshasa's blood and remnant soul, and exchanged them for merit points.

After watching the merit value of Kunlun Realm increase, Qing Mocai patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

It's a pity that Zhang Ruochen doesn't like her at all.

Zhang Ruochen took out a communication light talisman and carved a piece of text. Then, he injected Su Qingling's aura of the Holy Path and punched out the communication light talisman.

"Wow——"

The communication light talisman circled around the dense forest, and then fell to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen walked over, picked up the communication light talisman, and said: "In the chaotic space, even the communication light talisman cannot fly out, these are a bit troublesome!"

If you can't contact the saints in the Guanghan Realm, how can you get the Rakshasa blood and remnant souls from them?

Qing Mo stumbled up to Zhang Ruochen and said cautiously: "You just said that Sister Nalan would be in danger? You are so powerful, why don't you help her?

"There are so many masters in the Kunlun world, no one should be able to hurt her. Besides, even if I want to help, I don't know where she is?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Zhang Ruochen knew that he owed her a lot to the talented woman with a holy book.

It's a pity that the two of them are on absolute opposite sides, so it's best to have as little contact as possible. Too much contact is not a good thing for her.

Qing Mo's fingers gently pulled the ends of her hair, lowered her head and said, "I can sense her location."

"How can you sense her location?"

Zhang Ruochen showed a strange expression, quite puzzled.

Qing Mo said seriously: "This is a secret, we can't tell it yet."

Although the talented woman with the holy book is very smart, Lingquan Shaojun is an extremely powerful person, and can be called an invincible existence in the holy realm.

How could Zhang Ruochen not be worried at all?

"Okay, it just so happens that I also want to meet that young master Lingquan for a while. I want to see what an amazing person he is?"

"Really? That's great!"

Qing Mo was like a teenage girl, petite and soft, walking in front and leading the way. Zhang Ruochen, on the other hand, looked like a tree standing in the wind, with his hands behind his back, he followed her slowly and disappeared step by step into the dense forest.

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Walking out of the ancient maple forest, you can see the thirty-three sacred mountains in the deepest part.

Between the sacred mountain and the dense forest is a vast swamp area. In the swamp, there are red plants growing, their leaves and roots are crystal clear, and they are burning with flames.

There are also waves of cold air rising from the swamp, condensing into white fog turtles, fog dragons, fog phoenixes... The scene is quite strange, but full of danger.

Because, in the swamp, you can often see saints and Rakshasa marquis frozen into ice sculptures.

This shows how terrible the cold here is.

Deep in the swamp, cold air and fire intertwined.

Dozens of saints from the Kunlun Realm were walking above the swamp, moving forward slowly. There were words flying under their feet, above their heads, and beside them, resisting the attacks of cold air and fire.

Chu Siyuan and Uncle Yue walked at the front, mobilizing their mental strength to hold up a holy book on bamboo slips.

The words surrounding them were flying out of the holy book on bamboo slips.

In addition, the other eight Nine Heavenly Mysteries, as well as more than a dozen Confucian and Taoist sages and more than a dozen Bingbu domain kings, followed closely behind the two of them.

After experiencing successive battles, Canglan Martial Saint's face was full of exhaustion and he said: "Danqing, their target seems to be you. Do you know what the reason is?"

In recent times, they have been attacked fourteen times, each time more ferocious than the last.

At the beginning, their team consisted of more than two hundred saints, but now there are only about forty left, and most of them are dead.

Because of the excessive consumption of mental power, the talented woman with a holy book looked quite pale and said: "Maybe it has something to do with the Holy Book of Confucianism. According to the speculations of Confucian and Taoist sages in the past, the mental power attainments of the four Confucian ancestors are likely to exceed seventy level, possessing abilities that are not weaker than God’s, and even surpass God’s in some respects.”

"The Rakshasa clan is also the leader in the way of spiritual power in the entire universe, and they must be very interested in the Confucian Holy Book. Apart from this, I can't think of other possibilities."

Suddenly, the space above the swamp shook violently.

Then a fireball ten feet in diameter came over and hit each of the words.

"Boom."

Thousands of words were bombarded and flew out. One of the true saints of the Ministry of War was hit by the fireball and flew out directly. He turned into a ball of blood and mud and died on the spot.

"No, the strong men from the Rakshasa tribe are chasing us again."

Canglan Martial Saint and a dozen of the Territory Kings of the Ministry of War rushed forward and stood in front of the mental monks such as Chu Siyuan and Yue Shuzi. They took out each piece of holy weapon and prepared for it.

"Ha ha."

Laughter was heard.

Young Lord Lingquan was wearing a black thunder armor, and his burly body was revealed in the swamp, like a peerless demon, striding forward.

The cold air that can freeze a saint to death and the flames that can burn a saint to death will automatically dissipate away when they enter within ten feet of Lingquan Shaojun, and cannot hurt him at all.

"You can escape the eyes and ears of the Rakshasa tribe by escaping into the Bipolar Swamp? You are too naive."

Young Master Lingquan smiled disdainfully, and then said: "The Confucian and Taoist monks stand on the left, and the martial arts monks stand on the right. If you are obedient, you may still have a way to survive today."