God Emperor

Xuanyuan Qing wore a veil, with a white divine light shining on her body, looking holy and flawless. She transmitted her voice: "Shang Hong came to ask me about the mysteries of truth, and I told him that these mysteries belong to Yu. Just now, he didn't embarrass you, did he?"

"He embarrasses me? With my current cultivation, how could I be afraid of him?"

Zhang Ruochen saw that Xuanyuan Qing's eyes were a little strange, and then he realized that the word "I'm a poor Taoist" was a little hard to change, and smiled: "You'd better keep an eye on him, don't mess with me, so for your sake, I won't take the initiative to deal with him. But if he takes the initiative to make trouble, I won't show mercy."

Xuanyuan Qing's smart and deep starry eyes, without any emotional fluctuations, said: "You actually recognize my face?"

"I am the Lord of Xinghuantian, a neutral faction, how dare I offend Tianzun?" Zhang Ruochen smiled.

This is naturally very interesting.

Not daring to offend Tianzun, obviously dare to offend her Xuanyuan Qing.

Xuanyuan Qing felt that Zhang Ruochen was too arrogant. He had just entered the Great God level, but he was already so arrogant. However, this time, the Heavenly Court really owed him a huge favor.

Xuanyuan Qing suppressed his competitive spirit, took out a bead, handed it to him, and said, "The son of the Ice Emperor and the ancestral realm master of the Yaksha clan are both sealed in here."

Zhang Ruochen quickly took the bead, felt the spatial fluctuations on the bead, and said in surprise, "How did Daoist Fellow Qing do it?"

"Before Feng Yan and Mr. Mo came back, I... I had already sneaked into the God Prison and rescued them, pretending that they broke free from the seal and escaped."

Xuanyuan Qing spread out her palm and asked Zhang Ruochen for it, her eyes were very strong.

When she met a crazy person, she felt that she should be even crazier, otherwise she would not be worthy of her identity as the daughter of the Heavenly Lord.

Zhang Ruochen took out the Chaos Bottle, released the Clear Sky Sword King, pinched it into the size of a bead, and put it in her fairy-like palm.

Xuanyuan Qing did not retract her palm, and squinted at him.

Zhang Ruochen had no choice but to take out the divine source of the Sky Sword King, and said hesitantly: "Can't we really let Xue Tu go?"

Xuanyuan Qing said: "I saved the Sky Sword King, and I have the power of the Heavenly Venerable, and the benefits outweigh the disadvantages. How can you, Zhang Ruochen, be so soft-hearted and expose your flaws clearly. That Xue Tu is just a chess piece placed by Feng Tian next to you, can't you see it?"

"Woman..."

Zhang Ruochen looked at her, and when he saw her eyes suddenly turned cold, he changed his words and said indifferently: "How could Feng Tian pay attention to me? A small person. "

Xuanyuan Qing said: "When you were going through the divine tribulation, Qingtian was able to take action and regarded you as a threat. Feng Caiyi was able to control the power of life and death in the Temple of Destiny. How could she be short-sighted? Your martial arts are not abandoned, and you have reached the realm of a great god. If this news reaches her ears, will she really not take action against you? Shaxue Tu, you should be grateful to me. "

Zhang Ruochen said: "What did Tianzun say after he knew this secret of mine?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't believe that Xuanyuan Lian didn't tell Haotian about this secret.

Xuanyuan Qing looked a little unnatural, and said: "How should I know? Brother may not have told the Heavenly Venerable about this matter. Brother is a very independent person, and has always wanted to get rid of the constraints of the Heavenly Venerable's son. He will not report anything below the Infinite Realm to the Heavenly Venerable. Ask for instructions, or do things according to the will of the Heavenly Venerable, how can you hold up the sky by yourself?"

"If you don't know, then you don't know! I just asked casually, why do you explain so much?"

Zhang Ruochen handed the divine source to her palm, paused, and said: "How about Brother Qing do me another favor?"

"What favor?"

Xuanyuan Qing felt that Zhang Ruochen's conditions were too many.

Zhang Ruochen said, "I have to have a reason to leave, right? How about we have a fight, I say, the Sky Sword King must die, and I can't give it to you. You say, the Sky Sword King must live, and you have to take it back to Senior Zhao Gongming for disposal. Then, the fight gets more intense, I throw the God Source to you, and leave in anger... Hey, it's wrong to snatch it..." Xuanyuan Qing took the God Source away and said, "How to leave, figure it out yourself. Two great gods quarreling? You are shameless, I still want it." In the distance, Feng Xi watched Qing Pingzi and Xuanyuan Qing standing side by side in an open space at the bow. He couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it seemed that their relationship was very close and they exchanged tokens with each other. Especially when they were snatching, it was so close that it was unbelievable. Is this the friendship of living and dying together? How cold and arrogant is the daughter of the Heavenly Lord? How dare ordinary gods stand in front of her and offend her like this? It seems that at that critical moment of life and death, who would not value friends who can fight side by side? Xuanyuan Qing gave Zhang Ruochen a cold look and said, "Fengliu Sword God, comfort her. Don't rush to escape. Although the Fourth Master is not her biological father, you should understand this kind of feeling."

Xuanyuan Qing left straight away.

Zhang Ruochen turned around and looked at her with a sinister smile, then walked towards Feng Xi who was standing on the side of the boat, feeling a headache.

He was really not good at comforting people.

And Feng Xi was such a special existence.

Zhang Ruochen could not avoid her, how could he dare to comfort her?

But Feng Yunba's death must have been a great blow to her. As a fellow Taoist, wouldn't it be too cruel not to say a word of comfort?

There are many words of comfort that Zhang Ruochen can say to Luo Ji, Mu Lingxi, and Bai Qing'er, but it is not appropriate to say to Feng Xi!

"Fellow Taoist Xi...please accept my condolences...Fourth Master actually..." Zhang Ruochen said.

Seeing that he was having a hard time speaking out, Feng Xi interrupted him and said, "Fellow Taoist, you don't have to be like this. Xi has long been used to seeing life and death. She has gone through countless hardships and is not a little girl. Who needs comfort? My father's "Die, the Wind Clan will have a battle with the Dark Temple in the future. What were you talking about with Miss Qing just now?"

"Of course it's about the Qingkong Sword King." Zhang Ruochen said.

Feng Xi's eyes turned cold.

Zhang Ruochen showed an angry look on his face and said: "We had a disagreement about how to deal with the Qingkong Sword King. However, Pindao couldn't compete with her. After all, she was the daughter of Tianzun, so she handed over the Qingkong Sword King. she."

"King Qingkong Sword must die to pay for the victims of the Wind Clan. If it weren't for him, father... how could father fall?" Feng Xi said that he was used to seeing life and death, but his eyes were red, and his emotions were reflected on his face. superior.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Pindao means the same thing, but from the looks of it, Xuanyuan Qing wants to protect the life of Qingkong Sword King."

As he spoke, he took out the bottle of chaos, handed it to Feng Xi, and said: "Zhao Wuyan's divine source has been shattered, but the ghost body and soul are still there, let's leave it to the Feng Clan to deal with! It can be regarded as making up for the mistake of handing over the Qingkong Sword King. , Hey, I don’t have the shame to stay on the Xufeng Shenship anymore, I’m sorry Fourth Master, I’m sorry for the blood all over the ground.”

Feng Xi's eyes were stunned. This was a great god. Even if the source of the god was broken, it still contained extraordinary value. Why was it handed over to her like this?

She hurriedly said: "What does this matter have to do with you, fellow Taoist? The daughter of Tianzun is too overbearing. No one else can withstand the oppression of Tianzun's power."

"What's more, with the current situation in Kunlun Realm, we don't dare to offend Tiangong."

"Zhao Wuyan's ghost body and soul must not be taken away from me. The Wind Clan has already owed enough money. Uncle Qi has already said that I cannot take back the Chaos Bottle no matter what. This secret treasure can only be regarded as a thank you to the Wind Clan." present."

Zhang Ruochen took out the Chaos Bottle, which was just for show, to draw the attention of the Wind Clan to Xuanyuan Qing and gain a chance for him to save Xue Tu.

Zhang Ruochen took the bottle of chaos and sighed: "How can a poor Taoist have such a face!"

"Fellow Taoist, don't worry, mortals know that killing requires a life. When my father died, more than one hundred thousand monks of the Wind Clan were killed or injured. Such a blood feud cannot be suppressed by a daughter of the Heavenly Lord. Moreover, the Temple of Light also has a grudge! Let's go to Hefeng now. The gods of the tribe and the Temple of Light must discuss countermeasures and let Xuanyuan Qing give an explanation!"

Feng Xi was about to leave when he suddenly hesitated, but thought of how Taoist Qingpingzi had fought to the death all for them, and just now he took the initiative to send Zhao Wuyan's ghost body and soul. He was so righteous, but he still doubted his identity in his heart. Not worthy of being a Taoist friend.

Zhang Ruochen looked at Feng Xi's graceful back and felt confused.

What did that apologetic look mean when she left?

Did you do something sorry for him?

Zhang Ruochen didn't know that when he went to protect Feng Yan, at a critical moment, he and Feng Xi addressed each other as "you" and "I", which was very abnormal and made Feng Xi suspicious, thinking that he might not be a Taoist.

In addition, after Zhang Ruochen broke through, his fighting power was too strong, which deepened Feng Xi's suspicion.

However, Zhang Ruochen's show-off just now made Feng Xi deeply aware of this fellow Taoist's integrity, so he felt remorseful in his heart, feeling that he was too suspicious and distrustful of the other party, and was not worthy of being with someone like Qing Pingzi. Protect and call fellow Taoist.

Not long after Feng Xi left, the gods on the Xufeng Divine Ship gathered in the ancient palace on the third floor under Feng Xuan's voice call.

On this Xufeng Divine Ship, the only person Zhang Ruochen was afraid of was the mentally powerful Mr. Mo.

However, Mr. Mo was going all out to repair the frigate formation, so he probably didn't have much mental consciousness to notice him. So Zhang Ruochen restrained his aura and walked directly to the divine prison on the divine ship.

In order to create the illusion that Xiao Hei and the Ancestral Realm Master escaped, Xuanyuan Qing had broken the divine patterns and formations here. Zhang Ruochen easily entered the divine prison.

Because he was worried about alerting Mr. Mo, he did not release his mental power to explore.

As soon as he entered the Divine Prison, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar heroic figure standing in front of him, standing in the dark shadows, wearing dragon-head armor, holding the Pure Yang Divine Sword in his hand, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen appear at the end of the underground corridor, he looked sharply and said, "It's really you."

Zhang Ruochen remained calm and said, "What do fellow Taoist Yan mean by this? Pindao came in to investigate after discovering something was going on in the Divine Prison. Since you are here, Pindao will leave now!"

"If you take one step forward, I will kill you right now."

Feng Yan's voice contained an unprecedented will, and the Pure Yang Divine Sword in his hand had already flown out.

"Bang!"

Xue Tu, who was imprisoned in the Divine Prison, was so frightened that his whole body trembled. The Pure Yang Divine Sword penetrated the black divine iron wall, causing the divine iron to melt into crimson molten iron. The exposed half of the sword body pressed against his neck.