God Emperor

In the Holy Land, the sun is blazing in winter, and the cicadas sing endlessly in the forest.

Under the tree, Zhang Ruochen held two leaves and taught two children how to do tricks. Later, they caught cicadas and tied a string around their front feet to walk them around, making them laugh endlessly.

These two children, surnamed Liu, are descendants of Zhang Yuxi from Jiujun County, and are already great-great-grandchildren.

They have been playing like this all morning.

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far away.

Kong Xuan asked: "His Royal Highness is already a top figure in the world, and there are so many important things waiting for him to do. Why does he waste time on two children? Is it possible for a great sage to play cicadas with two children? Will there be real fun?"

Kong Lanyou stood under the tree with a bamboo flute in his hand, his white hair swaying in the breeze, and said: "Perhaps he has always had an innocent heart, but due to various reasons, this heart has been hidden for too long."

"Or maybe he is enlightening and looking for his true heart. If you see him smiling, it means he is really smiling. When facing two children, there is no need to hide his true emotions, and there is no need to do it to anyone. look."

"I think he is happiest at this moment. No need to kill, no need to disguise and hide, no need to force himself."

When the two children left, Zhang Ruochen used the first-grade holy will to mobilize the power of heaven and earth to cleanse and refine their bodies in person.

His holy will is on an equal footing with the way of heaven. After cleansing the marrow and refining the body, the body will be in perfect harmony with heaven and earth, and the path of cultivation will be smoother in the future.

"Go back quickly. It's time to have lunch. Don't keep your family waiting."

Zhang Ruochen waved goodbye to them.

Looking at the two children walking away, Zhang Ruochen smiled knowingly and suddenly understood the true meaning of life and time. Some time has indeed been lost, and some people are no longer here, but the inheritance of life can continue.

Whether a mortal or a monk, all you can do is cherish the present.

Just like the chirping of cicadas at this moment, the breeze at this moment.

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In the next few days, Zhang Ruochen stayed in Mingzong and arranged three time formations to help the disciples of the sect practice. Another auspicious day was chosen to bury my mother next to the tomb of Prince Yunwu.

Later, Zhang Ruochen went to the depths of Wangshan alone.

After the Kunlun Realm was completely revived, the folded space in King Mountain was fully expanded. There were sacred mountains one after another, underground divine veins flowing, and the divine patterns from the Middle Ages and ancient times were revived. It was not easy to break into it.

This mountain range is comparable to a sacred land.

The vast amount of cultivation resources in Wangshan is the first factor for Mingzong to develop to its current scale in just a thousand years.

Before reaching the ancestral land, Zhang Ruochen heard an old voice coming from behind: "Boy, you are finally back, hehe!"

Zhang Ruochen was surprised. With his current mental strength, someone could still appear behind him silently and without his knowledge.

What does this mean?

Zhang Ruochen turned around and saw a skinny old man standing next to the stream, staring at him with a smile.

The other party saw through his true identity.

Next to the old man, there was a fat rabbit that was even bigger than him. It had a belly like a ball and was exuding demonic energy. It stared straight at Zhang Ruochen with a pair of blood-amber eyes and said with some uncertainty: "Master Chen." ?”

"Pot pot."

"Master Chen, you are finally back. Where is Master Hei? Master Hei has gone forever in the past thousand years."

Tun Xiangtu flew towards Zhang Ruochen and almost knocked him into the holy stream.

After a while.

Zhang Ruochen walked towards the old man, knowing that he was probably a god, so he bowed and said, "I have met my senior."

"Senior? Call me ancestor."

The old man rolled up his sleeves and circled around Zhang Ruochen, looking him up and down with a pair of deep-set eyes, nodding from time to time.

This old man crawled out from the ground of his ancestral land, and it is very likely that he is really an ancestor of the Zhang family. However, his behavior was not at all as virtuous and respectable as an ancestor should be. Zhang Ruochen really couldn't say "ancestor".

The old man scratched his hair and said: "It's interesting. The blood of the undead vampires has actually merged with the blood of my old Zhang family, and your body has completely reached the state of innate chaos, almost in line with the way of heaven. You kid are here What great adventure did you get in the hell world?”

"Some adventure...what do you want to do?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

The old man grabbed Zhang Ruochen's right arm with one hand, and took out a dagger with the other hand. Before Zhang Ruochen could fight back, the dagger had already made a bloody mark on his wrist.

The old man leaned his nose close and smelled carefully.

Zhang Ruochen withdrew his arm, stepped back and said, "Are you perverted? What are you doing?"

The old man's eyes shone brightly and he said: "Your blood is pretty good, it's very suitable for making elixirs. Why don't you give a few liters to your ancestors? I don't want your blood in vain. I'll pay it back with elixirs."

"Don't even think about it." Zhang Ruochen said.

The old man scratched his hair and rolled his eyes.

Zhang Ruochen saw that he was planning something evil and might use force, so he immediately said: "We, the children of the Zhang family, are the descendants of the Great Master. The Great Master has such a glorious life, and as descendants, we should be upright."

The old man's expression changed, and then he raised his eyes to the sky and said with extraordinary magnanimity: "That's right, just as I have acted openly and honestly in my life. Boy, I am the most reasonable person and will never force you. Make a price. Well, how do you sell your blood?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Are you sure you don't force others? In the past thousand years, the children of the Zhang family have been severely persecuted by you."

"What? Who are you persecuting?"

The old man looked anxious and said: "What was the state of the Zhang family a thousand years ago? Look again, in the past thousand years, with my efforts, the number of descendants of the Zhang family has increased, although it is not as good as the one in its heyday. One, but it is developing for the better after all.”

"It's a pity that the bloodlines of those responsible for carrying on the family lineage and strengthening the family are too weak, and there are not many good offspring."

"I am relieved that your boy can come back alive."

"It's okay not to bleed, but at least a thousand, no, ten thousand heirs must be born."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and walked deeper into Wangshan Mountain.

"You're still so stubborn. I won't let you go so easily this time."

The old man muttered something in a low voice, and then he caught up and said: "Everyone is responsible for the decline of the family. If you want to prosper, you must first reproduce. Sometimes, you have to use some extraordinary means. I don't want to think about the day I die. , but not even a god who can support the family. How unfortunate is that?"

The old man burst into tears and said sadly: "I don't have much life left. I probably won't survive this year. Ruochen, you are the only descendant of the Zhang family I have seen who can reach the divine realm. Just pity me, this bad old man." , before I’m buried, let me see more geniuses with the potential to become gods are born among the descendants of the Zhang family, okay?”

Can’t survive this year?

It's strange that Zhang Ruochen believed him.

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen was not touched at all, the old man hated the fact that iron could not turn into steel. He stamped his foot fiercely, pointed at his back and said: "Zhang Ruochen, you have wasted your talent! You don't understand at all that your most powerful power cannot be used at all. It’s not your cultivation, but your unborn children.”

"Let's do the math. If you give birth to ten thousand children and I raise them from childhood, at least one tenth of them will have the qualifications to become gods, which is one thousand. Among these one thousand, there may be One tenth can truly reach the divine realm, which is one hundred gods.”

"Your ten thousand children can give birth to more heirs, and many of them must have the qualifications to become gods."

"As long as you work harder, I can guarantee that within ten thousand years, the Zhang family will give birth to a hundred gods. After one Yuanhui, it will overwhelm the Kunlun world. After three Yuanhui, it will overwhelm all realms of heaven. Five Yuanhui Later, with the power of one clan, he suppressed the ten clans of hell."

"At that time, you will be the king of gods and the father of gods who dominate heaven and hell."

Zhang Ruochen stopped and looked back at him.

The old man looked happy, thinking that he had persuaded Zhang Ruochen, and said, "How is it? Is my plan not bad? We will join forces, you will help, and I will help. After five yuan meetings, it will be our Zhang family who decides between heaven and hell." Calculate."

Zhang Ruochen said: "If this method of yours works, why didn't the Great Master use it back then? If he had worked a little harder, with his powerful bloodline, how many gods would have been born among the younger generations?"

"I have read the history of Kunlun Realm. After the death of the Great Master, the Zhang family declined rapidly, which shows that the Great Master did not leave many heirs."

"In the Middle Ages, a god was born in the Zhang family, known as Lord Jie. He wanted to revive the Zhang family, so he married many wives and gave birth to many children. However, one of those children cultivated to the level of god. What does this mean?”

"How can it be so easy to become a god? You don't have to have a strong bloodline to become a god. You don't have to rely on the accumulation of resources to reach the divine realm."

"If a family wants to develop, grow, and pass on forever, it does not rely solely on procreation, but on everyone being able to strive for self-improvement."

"If the Zhang family really wants to reproduce, it will punch heaven and trample hell. I'm afraid it will cause genocide before it even develops."

Zhang Ruochen saw that the old man was in a very low mood and asked, "Are you Lord Jie?"

The old man nodded, and then said stubbornly: "No... of course not!"

In fact, the offspring of creatures with strong bloodlines and extraordinary talents are indeed more likely to produce geniuses and offspring with the talent to become gods.

More than one-tenth of the descendants of the bloody God of War have the qualifications to become gods.

If Bai Qing'er didn't have Huangtian's bloodline, he might not be able to become a Yuanhui-level genius.

Arriving outside the ancestral land again, Zhang Ruochen could still feel the majestic aura coming out of the tomb forest as he looked at the boundless Great Saint Tomb Forest in front of him, shrouded in nine-colored divine light.

Zhang Ruochen muttered to himself: "Is the Great Master really dead?"

In the course of time, Zhang Ruochen had seen the supreme grace of the Fudo Ming King. It was hard to believe that such a person would fall under the loess and turn into a corpse.

Can the earth really bury him?

The last time he came here, Zhang Ruochen was attracted by a mysterious force to a chaotic and mysterious world, where he saw a large tomb.

Above the tomb, you can see the twenty-seventh level of the sky.

And above Tianyu, there is a figure sitting cross-legged.

At that time, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level was too low to see clearly the appearance of the figure, let alone whether what he saw was a phantom or a real scene.

This time, I want to figure it out.

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You may have misunderstandings about the speed of the Great Sage's cultivation. In fact, it is difficult for the Great Sage to improve at every level.

When Zhang Ruochen first broke through to the Immortal Realm, he used a sundial and practiced in seclusion for a hundred years, but he still failed to break through from the early stage to the middle stage. Moreover, the Shenlong Enlightenment Room was also used at that time, which doubled the speed of cultivation.

In other words, most of the great saints have to practice for hundreds of years in the Immortal Realm.

Zhang Ruochen's practice speed later accelerated, and it was also with the help of various rare resources and adventures that he was able to improve rapidly.

In fact, in the Immortal Realm and the Hundred Fragments Realm, the only one who could catch up with Zhang Ruochen's practice speed was Yan Wushen. Prajna, Blood Demon, Luo Qi and others stopped at the Immortal Realm. Yan Wushen practiced for many years inside the Dark Star before he could fight Zhang Ruochen.

So, after a thousand years, even if those saint kings had the time formation and had practiced for thousands of years, most of them must still be in the Immortal Realm, or the Hundred Fragments Realm, or the Thousand Questions Realm.

Those who can reach the Immortal Realm are definitely a minority with unparalleled resources and talents, and even need adventures.