God Emperor

When practicing in seclusion, time passes very quickly.

Zhang Ruochen was alarmed by the movement outside the island, and when he woke up, it was already five hundred years later.

Five hundred years in the sundial, more than one year has passed in the outside world.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen stood up, and all the five holy souls sitting cross-legged on the ground flew back into his body.

After five hundred years of cultivation, his spiritual power has reached a higher level, reaching sixty-nine and a half levels.

The early, middle, late, and peak stages of level 69 are actually all levels of level 69. But the sixty-nine and a half level is beyond the sixty-ninth level, and is even above the peak of the sixty-ninth level, and is only one step away from becoming a god with spiritual power.

Those profound formation masters, talisman masters, and alchemy masters whose mental power cannot reach level 69 and a half can only be called "earth masters" no matter how skilled they are.

Only those who have reached the sixty-nine and a half levels can be called "Heavenly Masters".

One can imagine how huge the gap is between the peak level 69 and the level 69 and a half.

Of course, this does not mean that the spiritual power of the Heavenly Master is only sixty-nine and a half levels. It doesn't mean that you can become a heavenly master if your mental power reaches level 69 and a half.

Celestial masters also have extremely high requirements for skills in their respective fields.

Although Zhang Ruochen was unable to directly become a god after a trip to Taichu, he gradually discovered that it might be related to cultivating the Wuji Holy Intent, which is open to all rivers and encompasses all things. His mental power almost never encountered a bottleneck, and every breakthrough was achieved. It's natural that a little adds up to a big thing.

If we say that other people's spiritual cultivation is like digging a pond and filling it with water at the same time.

So Zhang Ruochen no longer needs to dig a pond. His pond is already infinitely huge. He only needs to continuously fill it with water to make it stronger and stronger.

Cultivation according to the rules of the holy way is becoming more and more difficult.

One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred is a rather strange number. It not only represents the number of Yuanhui, but also reflects in cultivation.

For other monks, in the Realm of Ten Thousand Deaths, the rules of the Four Trillion Saint Paths, the rules of the Seven Trillion Saint Paths, and the rules of the Ten Trillion Saint Paths are three thresholds that are difficult to cross.

However, Zhang Ruochen did not feel these three thresholds and easily crossed them.

However, when he practiced the rules of the holy way to close to one hundred and twenty-nine hundred and sixty billion ways, he clearly felt a bottleneck and felt the pressure from heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth are preventing the monks from crossing this threshold.

It's like heaven and earth are trying to kill a god who has lived for 129,600 years.

This is an extreme number!

Zhang Ruochen secretly guessed that the so-called Yuanhui-level genius must not only cultivate the perfect second-grade holy will in the Baiyong Realm. In the Thousand Questions Realm, a perfect state of mind is achieved. What's more, in the realm of ten thousand deaths, the number of holy rules that can be cultivated must reach more than one hundred and twenty-nine hundred and sixty billion.

All three are indispensable.

Of course, the most important step is still in the supreme realm.

In the Supreme Realm, one must cultivate forty trillions of holy rules.

To achieve these, even a Yuanhui may not be able to produce one. This era can indeed give birth to figures. It is indeed a great era, and it is the era that creates heroes.

Demonic Sound refined all the three war swords of the three angel emperors, took them for his own use, flew around the delicate body, and hummed softly: "With the sword array in hand, I will never encounter Shang Ziyan again. Defeat him again."

The sword formation she practiced was found in the Sword Mountain in the Universe Realm. After five hundred years of practice, it seemed quite powerful.

Zhang Ruochen had never seen her sword formation, so it was difficult to evaluate whether she had the strength to defeat Shang Zixan.

"Master, have you broken through the bottleneck?" Moyin asked.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said: "That step is too difficult. You may have to push yourself to break through."

Zhang Ruochen's bottleneck is naturally not 12960 billion ways, but two yuanhui numbers, 25920 billion ways.

Today, the number of Holy Path rules in Zhang Ruochen's body has stopped at twenty-five trillion, and its growth is getting slower and slower.

Even if the ancient gods who had lived for endless years knew about his current state, they would probably be shocked and would not believe that such a freak existed in the world.

Zhang Ruochen looked towards the outside of the island and said, "Let's go, it's time to leave!"

The demonic sound turned into the Holy Food Flower and rushed into Zhang Ruochen's back.

Zhang Ruochen waved his sleeves and dispersed the formation covering the island.

The fog on the island dissipated quickly.

Xia Yu and Chi Kongle stood on the water outside the island, stopped attacking the formation, and stared at the man walking out of the fog, with doubts in their eyes.

They didn't act rashly.

Zhang Ruochen showed a warm smile: "We haven't seen each other for a thousand years. Emperor Yu is more majestic, more powerful, and more beautiful. He is worthy of the title of emperor!"

Seeing the strange looks in their eyes, Zhang Ruochen realized that his current appearance was a change, not his true appearance.

When Zhang Ruochen returned to his true appearance, Chi Kongle no longer had any precautions or doubts in his eyes. He flew to the island, threw himself into Zhang Ruochen's arms, and hugged him tightly without saying a word.

Xia Yu also landed on the island, but held the Seven-Star Ghost Lotus and stood in the distance to take precautions secretly.

Although the man in front of him looked very similar to Zhang Ruochen, his aura was very strange and completely different from the Zhang Ruochen of thousands of years ago.

Chi Kongle found this place based on his blood connection, so he shouldn't have found the wrong person.

Xia Yu was quite confused.

Zhang Ruochen noticed that Chi Kongle was very different from before. She was very cold, and even when she was holding him, he could feel an extreme murderous aura and hostility in her body.

This made Zhang Ruochen secretly worried.

After hugging each other for a long time, the father and daughter said nothing.

However, in Chi Kongle's current state, being able to take the initiative to rush forward and hug Zhang Ruochen without any scruples was already a catharsis of the emotions in his heart. There are longings, excitement, and thousands of words, all of which are in my heart.

Zhang Ruochen asked softly: "How did you find me here?"

Chi Kongle did not speak.

Xia Yu said: "You are father and daughter, and you are closely connected by blood. In addition, Kong Le has a powerful soul. It took us more than a year to find this place after traveling all over the Wuding Sea. Zhang Ruochen, I want to ask you, When you helped me break free from the shackles of desire, what did you see in my memory?"

Zhang Ruochen knew the reason for her question and said, "Have you become so cautious? Could it be that you suspect that I am a fake?"

"People's hearts are unpredictable and things in the world are unpredictable, so you must be careful." Xia Yu said.

Zhang Ruochen looked at her carefully for a while, nodded, and said: "You are not weak in cultivation. It seems that you have worked very hard over the years."

Xia Yu's voice was cold and she said, "Answer my question."

"I don't have time to explain so much to you. This place is very close to the coastline occupied by the Ten Realms of Heaven and it is very dangerous. We have to leave as soon as possible. By the way, is the War of the Ten Realms over?"

"You can't even think of leaving this island until you tell me clearly."

Xia Yu shot out the seven-star ghost lotus and turned it into seven gloomy ghost clouds, wrapping Zhang Ruochen inside.

Zhang Ruochen looked up and felt helpless. A thousand years had passed, but her character was still so serious. So, he stretched out his palm and grabbed it upwards.

A huge handprint hundreds of feet long appeared and took away the seven-star ghost lotus.

Xia Yu found that the connection with the Seven Star Rules had disappeared, her pretty face suddenly changed, and she immediately released the Nine Nether Soul-Eating Flames, transformed into a phantom, formed a palm print, and hit Zhang Ruochen.

"Bang!"

Moyin rushed out from Zhang Ruochen's back and slapped her in the face.

Xia Yu retreated until he retreated into the sea before he regained his composure.

The sea behind her stirred up waves more than ten feet high.

Moyin said with a smile: "You are so brave, you actually dare to attack my master. Do you know that the three angel emperors in heaven are as powerful as you, but they have all fallen because of provoking the master."

Xia Yu finally sensed a familiar aura on Moyin.

Now that she has appeared, she has undoubtedly confirmed Zhang Ruochen's identity.

Xia Yu looked at Zhang Ruochen, bit her lip secretly, her eyes were quite deep, and she said stubbornly: "I have never taken the three angel emperors in the heaven seriously. Don't compare them with me. Zhang Ruochen, Seven-Star Ghost Lotus Give me back what you gave me, you don’t want to take it back, do you?”

Xia Yu has the kind of character that is not afraid of any strong person. Not to mention Zhang Ruochen, even if the gods are standing opposite, they dare to take action.

It's easy to defeat her, or kill her.

However, it is impossible for her to surrender to the enemy and shrink from fear.

Zhang Ruochen took a fancy to this aspect of her, so a thousand years ago, he trained her as his confidant in the hell world.

Zhang Ruochen returned the Seven-Star Ghost Lotus to her, and the group hurried towards Guixu.

On the way, Xia Yu told Zhang Ruochen that the War of the Ten Realms had started a few days ago. In heaven and hell, a large number of monks gathered in the sea area where Guixu is located.

Xia Yugui is the deputy camp leader of the Blood Emperor's God and Demon Camp. Naturally, he is now different from what he used to be. He has mastered a demi-god-level battleship, and its burst speed can reach four billion miles per day.

This is the treasure of the Blood Emperor's God-Demon Camp. She is only in charge of it temporarily and cannot take it for herself.

Standing on the demi-god-level battleship, Zhang Ruochen muttered: "I hope we can still make it in time."

Xia Yu was surprised and said: "The candidates for the Battle of the Ten Realms have already been decided, and the Hell Realm has a huge advantage. Even if we can arrive before the battle ends, can you still participate?"

She thought that Zhang Ruochen wanted to fight on behalf of the Hell Realm in exchange for the trust of the Temple of Destiny.

"I just want to watch the battle." Zhang Ruochen said.