God Emperor

On the bed of ice, an old body lay quietly. His limbs were curled up and he was as thin as a tree root just dug out of the mud.

Long white hairs, like spider silk, were scattered around the ice bed, having not been trimmed for hundreds of years.

The person lying on the ice bed was not Shi Mingyuan.

"The old patriarch is still alive, that's great!"

"If the old patriarch can recover, with his attainments in spiritual power and talismans, do we, the Ancient Suppression Clan, still need to fear the Undead Vampire Clan?"

The holy realm elders of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan were divided into two rows and stood neatly below. Their eyes were shocked, worried, and at the same time full of deep anticipation.

Three hours ago, Zhang Ruochen sent Shi Mingyuan into the Qiankun Realm and asked the Divine Tree to purify the evil consciousness in his body.

Just like this, Shi Mingyuan was no longer crazy and no longer attacked other monks, but he still had the blood poison of Pluto in his body, so he fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen, Bao Lie, Xiang Chunan, and Luo Yi took action together, using their holy energy to penetrate into Shi Mingyuan's body and force out the blood poison of Pluto drop by drop.

The four of them spent most of the day and only managed to force out one-third of the blood poison.

Shi Ren walked up to him and asked, "Brother Zhang, how are you doing?"

"One-third has been cleared. Hurry up and give the old patriarch some blood-increasing elixirs. We will continue to clear it tomorrow." Zhang Ruochen said.

Below, the holy realm elders of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan all showed happy faces.

One of the elders said: "One third can be removed in one go. Doesn't it mean that in two days, the blood poison in the old patriarch's body will be completely removed?"

"It's not that simple. The old patriarch was too deeply poisoned, and the blood in his body was integrated with the Pluto blood poison. With our cultivation, it is impossible to completely remove it, even if the Great Sage takes action. Only through constant blood exchange and blood production, the blood poison can be eliminated It's getting lighter and lighter," Zhang Ruochen said.

Shi Ren said: "Then how long will it take for grandpa to wake up?"

Zhang Ruochen thought for a while and said: "Half a month! After half a month, the blood poison in the old patriarch's body should be less than one thousandth. With his own cultivation, he can suppress the blood poison. At that time , maybe you can wake up.”

"Thank you, Brother Zhang. Our Zhenyuan Ancient Clan owes you a lot. From now on, Shi Ren's life belongs to you." Shi Ren said with a very serious expression and red eyes.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Take good care of the old patriarch, and leave the Sword Tomb for a while."

"Where are you going?" Shi Ren asked.

"I'll be back soon."

After saying this, Zhang Ruochen had disappeared into the Sword Tomb Palace.

After leaving the sword tomb, Zhang Ruochen burned a message light talisman and shot it out to the sky.

He passed this light talisman to Master Indra who was far away in the Western Region, and was preparing to retrieve the Taotian Sword stored there.

"The Sword Tomb and the ancient clan of Zhenjing are guarded by the divine formation patterns left over from the Middle Ages. If you want to send a message, you have to go out. It's really troublesome."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly and was about to return to the Sword Tomb.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he immediately formed a palm print and shot out a giant flame dragon, which struck towards a barren mountain thirty miles away to the right.

"Chichi."

In the barren mountain, a blood-red circular mark appeared, as if a cave appeared out of thin air.

A figure wearing the blood armor of the Hundred Saints jumped out of the blood-colored cave. The flesh wings on his back spread out, and thick blood energy suddenly covered the land thousands of miles around.

"Crash."

In his hand, he held a steel dragon-like chain, which collided with the flame dragon shot by Zhang Ruochen, shattering the dragon into pieces and turning it into balls of fire.

"Hey, your alertness is good, you can actually detect my aura." The martial arts disciple laughed.

The blood spread to Zhang Ruochen's body and enveloped him.

Zhang Ruochen could feel a strange force flowing in his blood, like silt, suppressing his cultivation and speed of movement.

"To be able to break one of my palm prints, this immortal vampire monk is by no means a simple person." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.

You know, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level is only one step away from the Nine-Step Holy King. Even if he just slaps a palm casually, the power is overwhelming.

Zhang Ruochen remained calm and glanced around, saying, "Many people from the Immortal Vampire Clan have come. In addition to a Baihuan Divine Son, another one has appeared. Everyone else, please show up too!"

The Emperor of the Martial Realm narrowed his eyes and said, "How can you survive when you meet the Divine Son of Baihuan?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled, took out a blood-red holy source from the storage ring, and held it in his palm.

The aura in the holy source spreads out.

The expression of the Emperor of the Martial Realm suddenly changed, and he said: "It's the aura of the Son of God, Bai Huan. Who killed him?"

"Since his Holy Origin is in my hands, who do you think killed him?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"It's you."

The Emperor of the Martial Realm became vigilant and did not dare to underestimate the human man in front of him. The combat power of Baihuan God Son may not be considered top-notch, but his illusion and transformation techniques are so superb that ordinary great sages are unable to guard against them.

Anyone who can kill Baihuan Shenzi is definitely a master.

In the distance, a mountain of bones is suspended in a white cloud.

The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King and others looked at the Martial Realm Emperor and Zhang Ruochen. When they sensed the aura of the Baihuan God Son coming from the Holy Source, their expressions became unnatural.

"It's really an injustice that the Son of the Hundred Fantasy God died in the hands of an unknown person. It seems that he was really too crazy and arrogant, so he capsized in the gutter." An emperor's daughter with a very long face sneered. .

There was no trace of pity, just ridicule, and a murderous intention directed at Zhang Ruochen.

"Nobody? You seem to have underestimated him."

At this time, a magnetic sound came from the top of White Bone Mountain.

The two sons of gods and the six sons and daughters of the immortal vampires all cast their gazes towards the figure, and many of them had awe and respect in their eyes.

The figure, with his back to everyone, has beautiful long blood-red hair, is tall and thin, and is holding a scroll of bamboo slips and studying it.

Slowly, he turned around, revealing an extremely handsome face.

If he hadn't had an Adam's apple and a male voice, I'm afraid any monk would have thought that he was a peerless beauty, no less beautiful than the nine fairies in the "Nine Beauties".

"Xia Shenzi, do you know who he is?" the long-faced emperor asked.

Xia Wen was not worried and said: "This man's name is Zhang Ruochen. He is the most brave and good fighter among the younger generation in the Kunlun world. He has inherited the way of time and space from the holy monk Xumi, and has become the god of the moon. Yes. No matter in terms of talent, luck, or background, he is a first-class existence. You actually think that he is an unknown person? "

"It turns out he is Zhang Ruochen."

The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King showed a very interested look, and all five eyes on his face opened at the same time, looking across thousands of miles of void at the human man who was confronting the martial arts disciples.

After a while, the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King was a little disappointed and said: "Xia Shenzi seems to have made mistakes sometimes."

"What should I say?" Xia Wen asked in his heart.

The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King said: "Even if Zhang Ruochen inherited the Tao of Time and the Tao of Space from Holy Monk Xumi, he could control the wind and rain at the same level. However, his current level of cultivation should not be as high as that of the Nine-Step Holy King. Such cultivation Because, even if you are strong in other aspects, how strong can your overall strength be?"

"In the realm of the Eight-step Holy King, he can be invincible. In the realm of the small world, how can he be? In the realm of the big world, how far can he rank? When encountering a strong man in the Dao realm, I am afraid he can only Escape."

Xia Wenxin remained silent.

The long-faced emperor laughed and said: "It turns out that he is just an eight-step holy king. Such a weakling can also be called the most brave and skilled person in the Kunlun world. It seems that the Kunlun world is really in decline."

An emperor's son with silver lines between his eyebrows laughed and said: "The emperor of the martial arts world has strong blood of the great saint in his body. At the realm of the eight-step holy king, he can briefly confront the strong men who rule the world. It's just right. You can try the skills of this descendant of time and space."

"Haha, Emperor Yun, are you kidding? The Emperor of the Martial Realm is not in the realm of the Eight-step Holy King now. After absorbing a large amount of holy blood on the battlefield of merit, he has condensed the realm of Dao. His cultivation is better than Zhang Ruochen has reached three realms. Are you sure you are testing Zhang Ruochen's ability instead of just crushing him?" the long-faced emperor said with a smile.

"Don't forget the power of time and space, but they are very powerful. I'm afraid Zhang Ruochen's combat power is not that simple. Otherwise, how could the Baihuan Son of God become a piece of holy source?" The third Son of God has a body shape like an iron tower. , said in a low voice.

"Perhaps, Baihuan Shenzi was not killed by Zhang Ruochen at all, but another strong person took action." Emperor Yun said.

"We still have to remind the martial arts disciple, lest he be caught by surprise by Zhang Ruochen."

The lips of the long-faced emperor moved, and a silent sound wave came out, entering the ears of the emperor of the martial world.

The eyes of the Emperor of the Martial Realm suddenly lit up and he laughed: "It turns out that you are the descendant of Saint Monk Xumi. Okay, that's great. Then you may still have a way out today. Hand over the Secret Book of Inheritance, my Son. Spare your life."

Zhang Ruochen realized that there must be other immortal vampire masters nearby, and there was probably more than one.

The emperor of the martial world was a man who had experienced hundreds of battles. When he saw the change in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, he realized that this descendant of time and space was looking for an opportunity to retreat.

"Haha, stop dreaming, you can't leave today!"

The chain in the hand of the Emperor of the Martial Realm spun rapidly and became a thousand feet long. As it spun faster and faster, it formed a huge whirlpool, tearing apart the surrounding mountains and sweeping them up into the sky.

"I gave you the opportunity to hand it over voluntarily, but you didn't. I can only come and get it myself."

"Wow."

The chains carried the rocky mountains, making the sky dim and dull, and the roaring sound continued to be heard, and then, the power of destroying the heaven and the earth bombarded Zhang Ruochen.