God Emperor

You know, when Zhang Ruochen was still in the fourth realm of martial arts, he had to spend a lot of money to buy a drop of holy liquid. A drop of holy liquid is quite precious to a martial arts monk.

Now, there is a rain of holy liquid here, which is naturally extremely spectacular.

"Master's holy source."

Zhang Ruochen stared at the ball of light and could see that in the center of the ball, there was a crystal the size of a fist suspended, which looked very smooth, bright and spiritual.

Saint Qingxiao said: "Master's holy source contains the master's lifelong knowledge and holy way. It is the crystallization of all the holy power and represents the master's inheritance. Little junior brother, that is what the master left for you. Hurry up and put your things away.”

Saint Qingxiao has become a saint and has long cultivated his own holy source and holy way. Therefore, he will not covet the master's holy source at all.

Zhang Ruochen quickly took the Holy Source away, held it in his hand, took out a jade box, and put it in carefully.

When he closed the jade box, the surrounding holy energy slowly dissipated, and the rain of holy liquid in the sky stopped.

Master's holy source is indeed very precious, but it does not mean much to Zhang Ruochen.

If the master's holy source is refined, then Zhang Ruochen can only continue along the path of swordsmanship. From now on, the path of time and space will not be perfected and can only become an auxiliary to swordsmanship.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen is not willing to do this. He still has a strong yearning for the way of time and the way of space.

In the Fish-Dragon Realm, the reason why Zhang Ruochen majored in swordsmanship was because the ways of space and time were too profound, complex, and obscure, and required great perseverance and wisdom to remain in a sober state.

In the past, Zhang Ruochen had only scratched the surface of the space power and time power he had learned.

His level is not enough. If he tries to study it in depth, he will definitely get lost in space and time. At that time, it will be like a person who is trapped in a dream, completely unable to tell where is reality and where is dream?

If Zhang Ruochen dared to study time and space in depth in the Fish-Dragon Realm, he would definitely not be able to tell where the real space is? Where is the illusory space? Where is the real time? Where is the accelerated time again?

Therefore, only when Zhang Ruochen reaches the realm of a saint, cultivates his mental power and cultivation to an extremely strong level, has a lot of experience, and gains great wisdom, will it be enough for him to understand the true mystery of space and time.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen's current mental strength has reached the forty-fifth level, and he can be called a semi-saint of mental strength. He can already understand some relatively simple rules of time and space, and lay the foundation for practicing the way of space and time in the future. A good foundation.

Zhang Ruochen kept the master's holy source for the time being, and waited until the future to find a suitable candidate to inherit the master's inheritance.

"Something is wrong."

Saint Qingxiao seemed to have noticed something, and he moved and rushed out.

The next moment, he flew to the top of the nearest mountain peak, his two eyeballs emitted a star-like holy light, and he looked toward the southeast.

What happened?

Zhang Ruochen immediately collected his master's body again and used his movement skills to fly to the top of the mountain and stand beside Saint Qingxiao.

Opening his eyes, Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction where Saint Qingxiao was looking.

"call!"

In the distance, a black cloud filled the sky and surged toward the Liang Yi Sect. The shape of the dark cloud is quite strange, and it exudes a very evil aura.

Among them, part of the black clouds flew over the heads of Zhang Ruochen and Saint Qingxiao.

Ordinary people may only see dark clouds in the sky and think that a storm is coming, so they won't pay too much attention.

However, Zhang Ruochen's eyes could clearly see that what was flying over his head was not a cloud at all, but densely packed undead and ghosts.

The army of the undead stretches from the top of Zhang Ruochen and Saint Qingxiao's heads to the horizon, with no end in sight, giving people the feeling that the gate to hell has opened.

Zhang Ruochen took a breath of cold air and said, "Why do I feel like the end is coming?"

Saint Qingxiao's expression became extremely serious, and he said: "There must be something going on in the Tomb of the God of Death, and all the ferocious undead souls in the underworld have escaped. I finally understand the meaning of what the Earth Blood Saint said earlier. , Tonight, the entire Eastern Region may really turn into a hell on earth.”

Zhang Ruochen's eyes became very cold: "This matter must be related to the Immortal Vampire Clan."

"No, all the ferocious undead souls in the underworld have flown in the direction of the Liang Yi Sect."

Saint Qingxiao's expression changed, and he immediately took off, rushing to the Liangyi Sect.

Suddenly, he stopped again, suspended in mid-air, stared at Zhang Ruochen, and said: "Junior brother, tonight, the Liangyi Sect will be turned upside down. Your cultivation level is too low, so don't rush over. If you can, You'd better escape to the Central Territory immediately, maybe there will be a chance of survival."

The Tomb of the Dead God is the closest to the Liangyi Sect. After the Yinsha of the Undead escapes, he will definitely attack the Liangyi Sect first.

Next, the Liangyi Sect will definitely have a fierce and earth-shattering battle. If both Liangyi Sects are destroyed, I am afraid that the entire Eastern Region will also collapse.

Saint Qingxiao naturally did not want Zhang Ruochen to return to Liangyi Sect in order to avoid any accidents.

Zhang Ruochen showed a pensive expression, and suddenly thought of what his master once said, "If, one day, the undead souls in the underworld really escape, the only solution is to take the Void Sword back to the Tomb of the God of Death and find it. Thousand Bones Empress. If you can find her, you may be able to resolve a disaster."

Xuanji Sword Master is one of the three great sword masters in the Eastern Region. He must know some secrets. There must be some truth to what he said.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruochen immediately raised his head and said to Saint Qingxiao: "Elder brother, please help me rescue Princess Yanchen, she cannot die."

After saying this, without waiting for Saint Qingxiao's response, Zhang Ruochen controlled the Meteor Invisibility Cloak, turned it into a stream of light, and immediately flew towards the sky.

Saint Qingxiao stared deeply at the direction Zhang Ruochen was leaving. When he saw Zhang Ruochen escaping, for some reason, he felt a strong sense of disappointment in his heart.

How could my junior brother be such a cowardly person?

"No, that is the direction of the Tomb of the God of Death. What is he doing there?" Saint Qingxiao realized that he had misunderstood Zhang Ruochen, so he suddenly turned around and wanted to catch up with Zhang Ruochen and intercept him.

However, Zhang Ruochen, wearing the Meteor Invisibility Cloak, had flown far away and disappeared without a trace. Even the Saint Qingxiao could not trace his traces.

Saint Qingxiao sighed, and finally flew in the direction of Liangyi Sect. No matter how dangerous the Liang Yi Sect is, as the senior brother, he must rush over to rescue the junior brothers and sisters.

The vast land between the Tomb of the Dead God and the Liangyi Sect has more than a dozen cities and some ancient sects.

"Haha! I finally escaped from the underworld. I really want to taste the taste of a living soul. I wonder how delicious it is?"

An Impermanence, wearing a black robe, led a group of undead ghosts, turned into a black cloud, swooped down from the mid-air, and appeared above one of the cities.

The monks in the city naturally sensed the dangerous aura.

"Who is so evil? You dare to come to Yinxue City. Don't you know that Yinxue City is the outer force of Liangyi Sect?" In the city, an old man who had transformed into the ninth fish-dragon took off and landed at the city gate. above.

The impermanent person condensed into an entity in the rolling black clouds, with a human form. He was three feet tall. He stretched out a ghost hand and grabbed the old man, just like pinching an ant. Throw it into your mouth.

"Delicious, really delicious, the taste of raw soul is delicious."

All the monks in Silver Snow City looked at this scene with fear. A strong man who had transformed into the ninth fish-dragon transformation was actually eaten alive.

One of the timid people even knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling with fear.

"Boom."

Immediately, that one Wu Chang made a fist seal, shattering the defensive formation of Yinxue City.

Thousands of undead ghosts rushed into Silver Snow City and began to devour the souls of the human monks in the city.

A moment later, the one Wu Chang let out a long string of laughter, led the group of undead ghosts and rushed out of Yinxue City, continued to catch up with the undead army in front, and rushed to the Liangyi Sect.

"Wow!"

Saint Qingxiao turned into a blue holy light and fell on Yinxue City. The scene in front of him was quite miserable. The ground was full of corpses, and no one could be found alive.

Yinxue City, with a population of more than 100,000, has completely turned into a dead city. The surroundings are silent and only the rustling of the wind can be heard.

"hateful."

Even though Saint Qingxiao has been fighting on the battlefield of the Ruins Realm all year round, he has long been indifferent to life and death. However, when he saw the scene before him, he was still extremely angry.

Not only Yinxue City, but also the cities outside Liangyi Sect, almost all turned into dead cities. Even some small sects were destroyed, leaving only dead bodies scattered all over the mountains and plains.

Undead ghosts mainly absorb human souls to strengthen themselves and make their own cultivation stronger and stronger.

If it can be cultivated into impermanence, the undead can condense a substantial ghost body and transform into a human appearance. Wu Chang's combat power is comparable to that of a semi-saint among humans.

If one could cultivate into a ghost king, he would be able to compete with the saints among humans.

After the undead army left, the monks of the undead vampire clan also appeared immediately, entered the cities that had been swept by the undead army, and began to collect the blood of the dead bodies on the ground.

The undead ghosts only need human souls, but the undead vampires want human blood. Therefore, their interests do not conflict and they can join forces.

In one of the cities, an old man from the undead vampire tribe stood in the center of the street, holding a six-inch-high red ancient cauldron with a withered hand, collecting all the blood from more than 100,000 human corpses. Enter the tripod.

The brilliance emanating from the red ancient cauldron became brighter and brighter, and streams of blood flowed slowly around it, making a "swishing" sound.

After the blood was completely taken away, the corpse on the ground had turned into a black mummy.

The old man put away the red ancient cauldron, glanced into the distance, and let out a gloomy laugh: "The undead souls in the underworld should have begun to attack the Liangyi Sect. How long can the Liangyi Sect last?"

The third prince of the Immortal Blood Clan stood behind the old man and snorted coldly, saying: "Master, I believe that after tonight, there will be no more Liangyi Sect in the Eastern Region. It's time for us to rush to Liangyi Sect and collect some saints. If you go too late, I'm afraid all the benefits will be taken away by the eldest brother and the second brother. The Death Zen Sect may also take advantage of it. "

The old man nodded and smiled narrowly: "The inheritance of Liang Yi Sect is very long. There are countless precious treasures in the sect. We should indeed get a share of the pie."