God Emperor

Walking in the dojo, Zhang Ruochen finally noticed something was wrong.

Stop immediately.

"This is……"

All the plants in the dojo became dry, and the ground was full of dead branches and yellow leaves.

Even the huge island where the Xumi Temple is located is lifeless, everything is withered, as if something has sucked away all the life breath.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the huge Buddha statue, looked at the withered vines wrapped around the Buddha statue, showed a look of enlightenment, and said with a smile: "That's it."

Then he performed a great spatial movement and disappeared in place.

A moment later, it appeared hundreds of miles away.

In front of you, there is a lush mountain forest, the holy energy of heaven and earth is strong, and elixirs that are hundreds of years old can be seen everywhere. Of course, to saints and saint kings, these elixirs are no different from weeds.

Zhang Ruochen took out the lotus flower and planted it on the ground.

"Wow——"

The lotus trembled slightly, and then grew dense white roots, which penetrated into the ground and spread far away.

Those roots are all in gaseous state.

Something amazing happened. The breath of life contained in the surrounding vegetation, the essence contained in the minerals in the ground, and the holy energy between heaven and earth all surged towards the lotus.

The petals of the lotus appeared with a layer of soft light.

The light is getting brighter and brighter.

Zhang Ruochen released a spiritual clone, jumped into the lotus, and started practicing.

About a quarter of an hour later, within a radius of twenty miles, all the vegetation had withered, the mineral essence in the ground was lost, and the holy energy of heaven and earth was absorbed.

This place has turned into a wasteland!

The mental power clone flew out from the lotus and landed next to Zhang Ruochen. The mental power intensity reached the late stage of the fiftieth level.

You must know that before the mental clone enters, the mental strength is only at the early stage of the fiftieth level.

Although, with Zhang Ruochen's current peak mental strength of level 57, such an increase is not that remarkable. However, for a fifty-level spiritual power saint, or a spiritual power half-saint, it is extremely scary.

Zhang Ruochen put his mental power clone into the Sacred Heart, jumped into the lotus with his real body, ran his skills, and absorbed the remaining power in the lotus.

An hour later.

Zhang Ruochen flew out of the lotus, his cultivation, body, and holy soul all increased a little.

Of course, an hour has passed in the outside world, but in fact, Zhang Ruochen has been practicing in the lotus for a day and a night.

"With this lotus, my cultivation speed will increase by more than ten times. I believe I will soon reach the realm of the Six-Step Saint King." Zhang Ruochen showed a satisfied smile.

After the test just now, Zhang Ruochen discovered a problem. The lotus flower has great limitations in absorbing the life energy and mineral essence. It will be limited to a radius of twenty miles.

Zhang Ruochen guessed that in the Xumi Dojo, the lotus flower was able to absorb the life energy and mineral essence for hundreds of miles around, probably because it was stimulated by the blue lotus seeds.

Now, the green lotus seeds have turned into dust. With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, he can control the lotus to absorb the life energy and mineral essence within a radius of twenty miles.

The pleasure of a substantial increase in cultivation and mental power made Zhang Ruochen particularly excited.

So, he performed a great spatial teleportation, appeared dozens of miles away, and planted the lotus on the ground.

But this time, Lotus did not respond.

Next, Zhang Ruochen moved to more than ten places and it was the same.

Playing with the lotus in his hand, a wry smile appeared on his face: "It seems that no matter how good the treasure is, it cannot be used without limit. It needs to cool down for a period of time. Try again tomorrow."

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Shengyu Dojo.

The holy kings of the heavenly realm in the realm of truth gathered together and stood under a statue of a god. Some had white wings, some had bodies like hills, some had silver hair and pointed ears... There were so many of them that they had to have them. Thousands of people.

Waves of holy power burst out, seemingly capable of clashing with the sky.

It wasn't until the divine light emerged from the statue that they restrained their holy power, bowed and saluted, and said in unison: "Greetings to God Yan."

The divine light emitted from the statue became stronger and stronger, and its eyes glowed with three-color brilliance. In an instant, an extremely terrifying pressure fell on all the Holy Kings present, making them unable to straighten their spines, and beads of sweat rolled down their faces.

The statue made a majestic and sacred voice: "Shang Ziyan, come out."

Shang Ziyan acted very calmly, walking under the suppression of divine power, walked to the front, cupped his hands and said: "Disciple is here."

"Bang."

Two balls of flame flew out from the eyes of the statue and struck Shang Ziyan at the same time, sending him flying dozens of miles away, crashing through a rocky mountain, and hitting the ground heavily.

Shang Ziyan's body became broken, his flesh and blood were separated, and only the white bones were left to connect the body. The appearance was indescribably miserable.

However, his eyes were extremely firm, and he didn't even frown, nor did he moan. He just supported his tattered body, stood up slowly, and said while coughing up blood: "This is... this is... …I deserve it…”

"The mistake you made, even if I kill you ten times, it won't be enough."

Yan Shen's voice was like thunder from the sky, causing the eardrums of all the saint kings present to ache. All the saint kings who participated in the battle at Xumi Dojo were frightened.

In front of a god, no one dared to intercede for Shang Zixuan.

After all, this time, Shang Ziyan did make a huge mistake, which caused the death of hundreds of holy kings in the heaven world. Each of them has unlimited potential, and there is a slight possibility of becoming a great saint in the future.

The loss is too great and the impact is far-reaching.

Shang Ziyan said: "I... I am willing to accept... all punishments... However, Swift Crow, Dead Xu and others... are still in Zhang Ruochen's hands. I beg Master... to rescue them."

"Save? Is it that simple? This is the Realm of Truth. Even gods cannot interfere in the affairs of the Realm of Truth." Yan Shen was very angry.

Shang Ziyan knelt down on one knee, raised his head, and said, "Give me another chance, I will definitely attack Xumi Dojo, kill Zhang Ruochen, and rescue the suppressed kings."

Yan Shen said: "The Temple of Truth already knows about this, do you think there is a second chance?"

"Don't worry about this matter anymore. My master's true form has arrived in the Realm of Truth, and he must try his best to deal with the Temple of Truth. The Mother Goddess of Death and the Master of the Bloody Battle Temple will all give sacrifices to the Temple of Truth. Pressure.”

"If it were at other times, we might still not be able to protect them. However, a large-scale bloody battle between heaven and hell is about to break out in the Kunlun realm. It is the time to employ people. The Temple of Truth should handle it appropriately."

Shang Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I feel relieved now!"

Yan Shen snorted: "This time, you have disappointed my master. I don't know how much effort it took to save you. Of course, if you make a mistake, you must be punished. You can go back to heaven now and accept it." The punishment of purgatory. If you can survive the nine days of fire and cold in the furnace of life and death, you will naturally be given a chance to make amends when the war in the Kunlun Realm begins."

Hearing "Purgatory Punishment", the saint kings present all trembled, feeling that Shang Zixuan might have a narrow escape from death this time.

There are too many rumors about "Purgatory Punishment" and "Life and Death Purgatory Furnace", which is a cruel and inhumane punishment method. It is said that very few Saint King Realm creatures can survive a day in the furnace.

Even a great sage might be refined to death after staying in the furnace of purgatory for nine days.

The punishment that Shang Ziyan suffered was the even more terrifying "nine days of fire and nine days of cold quenching". For a creature in the Holy King Realm, this was a death penalty.

Shang Zixuan's face turned a little pale, but his eyes remained firm and he said, "Okay, I will accept the punishment of purgatory."

Yan Shen's voice spread throughout the Tianyu Dojo: "All the saints in the Heaven Realm listen to the order. The cultivation in the Realm of Truth is temporarily over, and all are returned to the Heaven Realm to prepare for war. The battle in the Kunlun Realm is of great significance and must not be lost again."

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It's late at night and the moonlight is bright.

On the bank of a lake not far from Xumi Dojo, a little girl wearing a white martial robe held a holy sword and stabbed it out.

The speed of the sword was astonishingly fast, like a thunderbolt.

"Bang."

Zhang Ruochen blocked his sword, and the crisp sound of metal collision sounded, and then a large amount of sword energy filled the air.

"Yes, in just a few days, I can master the first sword of time sword, Mohen Wuhen, and my understanding is beyond my expectation. You can try to stimulate the power of Yan Zipei, burst out the ultimate speed, and display time at the same time. Swordsmanship and sword speed should be improved to another level.”

"Let me try."

"Bang bang."

Chi Kongle attacks, Zhang Ruochen defends.

One is learning and the other is teaching.

I don't know how much time passed, but the holy energy in Chi Kongle's body was almost exhausted, and her mental strength was also greatly depleted by constantly capturing time marks. However, she still quickly drew her sword, studying and honing hard, as if she was tireless.

At only eleven years old, he already possesses such a powerful cultivation level because Kong Le has been practicing hard since he was a child, almost without childhood.

This kind of hard work is something other children simply don’t have.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen put away Shen Yuan's ancient sword and said, "That's it for tonight. Follow me."

"Uh-huh!"

Zhang Ruochen grabbed one of Chi Kongle's small hands and took off like a roc spreading its wings. He used his movement skills and turned into a stream of light, flying away into the distance.

Chi Kongle glanced at Zhang Ruochen secretly and pursed his lips slightly.

Learning swordsmanship with his father, Chi Kongle discovered that practicing is such a wonderful and enjoyable thing.

In the past, when she was with the Queen, she would practice to the point of unspeakable pain every day. She would never give up until her mental will and physical strength were pushed to the limit.

Zhang Ruochen looked at her delicate little face and smiled: "What are you looking at?"

"I didn't look at it!"

Chi Kongle shook his head and said nothing, just showing a happy smile.

No matter how far they flew, Zhang Ruochen took Chi Kongle to the ground, then took out the lotus and inserted it on the ground.

"Wow——"

Suddenly, the life energy and essence between heaven and earth gathered together.

"Go!" Zhang Ruochen said.

This was not the first time that Chi Kongle entered the lotus to practice. His body jumped up, became the size of a fly, and fell into the lotus.

After several days of testing and research, Zhang Ruochen discovered that Lotus can only be used twice a day.

One of the most precious ones was naturally given to Chi Kongle, which raised her cultivation, spiritual power, and holy soul to a new level in a short period of time. The strength she possesses has widened the gap between her and Chi Kunlun.

Chi Kongle flew out of the lotus and saw Zhang Ruochen's back in the distance. A mischievous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, so he walked over cautiously and quietly, trying to scare him.

"Tomorrow, I'm leaving!"

Zhang Ruochen looked at the bright moon above his head and said quietly.

Suddenly, Chi Kongle was stunned on the spot, his whole person seemed to be petrified, and all the smiles on his face disappeared.

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(Starting to resume normal updates. The past few days during the Chinese New Year are really driving me crazy. I can only code in the middle of the night every day. Next, I will put down all chores and try to maintain two chapters a day.)