God Emperor

After leaving the Earth Demon Clan, Zhang Ruochen was thinking all the way, why did the Ancient God of Learning make such a decision?

First, it must be because his strength and talent were recognized by the other party, and they intended to establish a good relationship with him, so that Zhang Ruochen owed him a huge favor.

Second, Yan Yu and Yan Zhexian's attitude towards Zhang Ruochen should also have a certain weight.

Third, it was to protect the interests of the six small clans and the Yanluo Clan in the starry sky of the Hundred Clan King City.

But is it that simple?

Based on these three points alone, the Ancient God of Learning did not need to come forward in person, nor did he need to get involved in the struggle inside the Temple of Destiny and drag the Yanluo Clan into the vortex.

Soon, Zhang Ruochen figured out the key and smiled.

It should be related to the changes in the starry sky battlefield.

The Yanluo Clan is worried that the pro-war factions in the Hell Realm will really force Xing Huantian, Xingtian Cliff, and the Hundred Clan King City to the camp of the Heavenly Court. This will do more harm than good to the Hell Realm.

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An hour later, Zhang Ruochen flew out of the Hundred Races King City and came to a ruined starry sky.

The rules of life and death here are chaotic and dense, and shocking space cracks, immortal divine fire, fragments of the supreme holy weapon, and broken divine world can be seen everywhere...

The entire battlefield, covering more than a billion miles, must have collapsed and cracked before, all of which showed that a battle between top great gods broke out here.

After confirming that it was the breath of Huang Tian, ​​Zhang Ruochen's originally worried mood became calm.

After searching in the starry sky for most of the day and finding nothing, Zhang Ruochen returned to the Hundred Races King City.

There is news in the city.

"It is said that the Great God Pu Chuanqi of the Qinglu Temple wanted to seize the artifact Earth Demon Bird, but he provoked the Great God Huangtian, and was struck by lightning and fled in the starry sky. In the end, his head was chopped off."

"That's right! The gods rushed to watch the battle and were shocked to see the headless Pu Chuanqi burning the divine blood and escaping. Fortunately, the God of War Muto of the Dark Temple arrived in time, otherwise Pu Chuanqi would have died today."

"How dare you call the great god by his name?"

"What are you afraid of? Pu Chuanqi first offended the God of War Xue Jue, and then he set his sights on the daughter of the Great God Huangtian. Where will he stand in the Hell Realm in the future? He'd better hide in the Qinglu Temple and don't come out, haha!"

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"Ruochen, please go to the Guanyun Formation Tower to discuss important matters." The voice of the Yaksha clan leader sounded in Zhang Ruochen's ears.

Zhang Ruochen walked into the tower gate of the Guanyun Formation Tower, and all the gods had gathered inside.

Representatives from hundreds of small clans came and gathered together. The tower was filled with divine clouds, and the divine worlds were like entering the legendary divine world.

Hundreds of gods stood up and said, "Greetings to Ruochen Realm Lord."

This grand scene of gods welcoming the gods was the first time that a great god appeared.

The patriarchs of the three major tribes sat in three positions facing the tower gate.

In addition, there were 18 great gods in the tower, all of whom were extraordinary and surrounded by divine light. They came from different small tribes. Each tribe had hundreds of millions of cultivators and controlled at least one big world.

But even these 18 ancestors in each tribe looked at Zhang Ruochen with fear, solemnity, or deepness.

Not only was the Nine Heavens behind Zhang Ruochen scary enough, but the strength Zhang Ruochen had shown before was also enough to make them dare not act presumptuously.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "You don't have to be like this. I am here to listen at the invitation of the three clan leaders. After all, Xing Huantian and the Hundred Clan King City are now in a life-and-death situation. In times of crisis, we must help each other."

Zhang Ruochen sat down in an empty seat very close to the clan leaders of the three major clans, secretly observing the gods in the hall and matching them with the names that appeared in his mind.

The gods of the six small clans attached to the Yama clan are also in the tower.

The Fire Ghost Clan leader Xuan said: "If the Hell Realm wants to destroy the Hundred Clan King City and rule this star field, it will never be a protracted war like the one on the starry sky battlefield. It must be a large army coming and a thunderbolt to quickly end the battle. If you want to resist, you can only keep the Starry Cage Array open."

"But this array is huge, covering a vast starry sky of hundreds of billions of miles. It cannot be supported by the cosmic veins in the city alone, and the consumption of divine stones is very fast."

"We three major clans invited you to come here just to think of a countermeasure and raise divine stones to maintain the operation of the array."

When it comes to divine stones, the gods of all clans are suddenly not calm, and there is endless discussion.

The spirit of the Xianyuan clan is a beautiful woman in a blue palace dress. She said, "Not every big world can produce divine stones. The ancestral world of my Xianyuan clan cannot produce divine stones. The divine stones used by this god for cultivation are all collected bit by bit by selling wine in the clan. I am not afraid of being laughed at by everyone. I only have 10,000 divine stones now, which can only support the consumption of a thousand-year retreat."

The Xianyuan clan is famous for brewing wine.

However, it takes 1 billion holy stones to exchange for one divine stone.

And one holy stone requires 10 million spirit crystals.

Even if the power of the entire Xianyuan clan is exhausted, how many divine stones can be accumulated by selling wine alone?

"True God You Li, don't complain. Your Xianyuan clan at least has an industry that spreads all over the world. This god is miserable. I have to spend a lot of time to condense divine crystals and refine holy pills in person to sell a small amount of divine stones, which seriously delays my cultivation. Otherwise, how could I still be in the middle stage of the middle god now?"

The spirit of the Guima clan said again, "This god is not selling misery, it is really miserable."

Suddenly, this place became a scene of torture for the gods of all races, and everyone vomited their bitterness. Some gods even claimed that they had sold their divine blood and scales in order to escape from seclusion.

Although they are deliberately suffering misery and are unwilling to donate the sacred stones, the gods of these small tribes are really poor.

There are no sacred stone veins in the ancestral world, so each sacred stone must be earned with great effort. For example, alchemy, weapon refining, talisman refining...

However, refining elixirs requires holy medicine, and refining weapons requires ores.

The investment in refining the talisman is even greater, and if you are not careful, you will have to pay for it.

Moreover, spending too much time on these aspects will definitely delay your cultivation and lead to slow progress. At the same time, even if you earn a large sum of divine stones, you will not be able to accumulate them.

The consumption of divine stones by spiritual cultivation is like a bottomless pit.

To refine your own supreme holy artifacts and protective treasures, you need to smash a large number of sacred stones into them. If the Supreme Sacred Artifact is taken away or damaged during the battle, everything will be ruined in an instant.

It can be said that it is normal for the gods of this small tribe to be less wealthy than the proud sons of the Great Sage with extraordinary origins.

But to say that they really went to the extent of selling the blood of gods, Zhang Ruochen didn't believe it at all.

No matter how thin the family background of these small clans is, there are always some treasures that they can get their hands on. No matter how bad it is, you can secretly plot against a close friend of the gods and make a fortune by selling the corpse and source of the gods.

The heads of the three major clans sat above, all helpless and could only look at the eighteen great gods.

The races behind these eighteen great gods have tens of millions of years of heritage, and their foundations are much richer.

One of the great gods said: "Now is the time when the life and death of the royal city of hundreds of clans is at stake. Naturally, we have no shirking responsibility. The Mayi clan has a total of two supreme holy artifacts, which were passed down by our ancestors. I am willing to take out one of them and sell it. Go and exchange for the divine stone."

A complete heaven-suppressing supreme holy weapon is worth nearly one million divine stones, which can be regarded as a huge wealth!

"I am willing to dig up the divine body of an ancestor of our clan and sell it for the divine stone. I am not joking! If you are dead, you should make the best use of it." A great deviant god said this.

"There is a false god in our clan, and his combat power is too low. I will take away his divine source when I go back this time. I should be able to get a lot of divine stones in exchange for it."

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Although Zhang Ruochen felt that the way these small tribes raised sacred stones was very unusual, he didn't find it funny at all. Instead, he admired them very much. No matter how poor you are, you are not ambiguous at all when it comes to life and death.

From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen remained silent, letting them deal with the crisis at hand.

Although Zhang Ruochen could quickly obtain a large number of sacred stones with the help of the Earth Cauldron, the secret of owning the Earth Cauldron could easily be revealed.

There are a total of one hundred and thirty-seven small clans in the Hundred Clans Royal City, but only one hundred and eleven have gathered here. Where did the gods of the other twenty-six small tribes go?

Just by selling the corpses of the gods of these small tribes, you can obtain a huge amount of sacred stones.

What's more, the wealth owned by these twenty-six small clans will definitely be divided up.

External crises can unite all small tribes.

However, this huge benefit can make all small tribes willing to unite.

The heads of the three major clans understand the thoughts of the gods of these small clans better than Zhang Ruochen.

The chief of the Yasha Clan asked Zhang Ruochen to come here, not only to let the gods get to know him, but also to let Zhang Ruochen know more about the situation inside the Hundred Clan Royal City.

They never expected Zhang Ruochen to help them solve their own problems.

At least, not in the short term.

After the discussion, the gods left one after another.

The Jade Spirit God returned to the King's City of the Hundred Tribes, with an extremely ugly face and a heavy evil aura on his body. He said: "It's still a step too late. Four big worlds of the Yasha Tribe were destroyed by them. The creatures of the Yunfa Realm were refined into a spirit by the Ghost Lord. A soul pill. The central world was torn into pieces by Mu Tuo’s soul-suppressing hammer, turning the world into fragments. Corpses were everywhere, and countless trillions of Yaksha tribesmen died miserably..."

As he spoke, Yulingshen's voice was trembling, and his eyes were red, as if he was about to shed tears.

After all, these Yaksha clan members were in disaster because of the decisions she made. The Jade Spirit God is not the kind of heartless god, so how can he not blame himself and feel guilty?

Too many clan members died, and the scene was too miserable.

This will definitely create a nightmare in the heart of Jade Spirit God!

Zhang Ruochen couldn't see the woman being so sad, so he walked over and stretched out his hand to hug her, to lend her his shoulder to lean on, but he was stopped by the cold eyes of Yuling God, which was as cold as a cold sword.

With the two pairs of eyes so close, Zhang Ruochen could even see the mist in Yulingshen's eyes, his own handsome face in the eyes, and the tempting fragrance he could smell at the tip of his nose.