God Emperor

Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and nearly a hundred disciples of Xuanjing Sect, all gathered in a courtyard of the mansion. The fighting outside did not have much impact on them.

Just now, all the disciples of the Xuanjing Sect saw Zhang Ruochen displaying his power and single-handedly destroying the sacred weapons of the three elders of the Blood Dragon Palace.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of them, and naturally received countless pairs of admiring eyes.

In the Kunlun world, as long as they are strong, they will be respected and admired no matter where they are. What's more, Zhang Ruochen saved their lives.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes exuded a faint holy light and he glanced at everyone.

He found that these disciples of the Xuanjing Sect were all young talents with certain qualifications. They were not top-notch, but they could be considered to be above average.

Some of them even have considerable potential. If they are carefully cultivated, they might be able to soar into the sky.

If they can be conquered and cultivated, they can become Zhang Ruochen's direct descendants.

Zhang Ruochen stood in front of them and said straight to the point: "Tonight, the Blood Dragon Palace should be wiped out. From now on, you will regain your freedom and no longer have to worry about anything."

Hearing this, the disciples of Xuanjing Sect were all very excited and cried with joy.

In one day, they experienced two ups and downs in life. Some of the young disciples could not control their emotions and knelt down on one knee to bow to Zhang Ruochen.

"Thank you, senior, for avenging the Xuanjing Sect. We will never forget your kindness."

"The infamous Blood Dragon Palace has finally received the retribution it deserves."

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Even though Zhang Ruochen's appearance is very young, the disciples of Xuanjing Sect still firmly believe that he must be an older semi-saint. It is only because of his profound cultivation that he can slow down his aging and maintain his youthful appearance.

Therefore, they call Zhang Ruochen "senior".

Zhang Ruochen did not explain, but said: "Now, you have two choices. First, you can leave the black market now and embark on a new path of cultivation."

"Second, you can choose to become my disciple and practice with me. I can provide you with a holy land for cultivation, as well as inexhaustible cultivation resources and top-notch cultivation techniques. Every once in a while, There will also be semi-saints and saints giving lectures to you. I am confident that within three years, each of you will become a strong person in your own right."

As the Heaven-Connecting Sacred Tree continues to grow, the world of Tujuan becomes wider and wider, spiritual veins have been born, elixirs have grown, and it has turned into a true holy land of cultivation.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Ruochen is ready to make the world of Tujuan more lively and dynamic, and at the same time, take this opportunity to establish his own force.

The conditions offered by Zhang Ruochen naturally made the disciples of Xuanjing Sect very excited.

After all, they were unable to learn top techniques and martial arts in the Xuanjing Sect, and they rarely had the opportunity to receive guidance from semi-saints.

Now that the Xuanjing Sect has been destroyed, they have become homeless cultivators, and their path to cultivation will only become more difficult in the future.

A semi-saint-level senior who is willing to take them in is already a pretty good destination for them.

One of the pretty female disciples asked, "May I ask the name of your sect, senior?"

Although the other Xuanjing Sect disciples have secretly made up their minds to practice with Zhang Ruochen. However, they are still quite curious, what kind of sect will they join?

Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment and read out two words: "Ming Zong."

It was today that Zhang Ruochen took the first step he had always wanted to take and established his own sect.

Of course, today's Mingzong only recruits a group of young people with moderate qualifications, which is far from being comparable to the current glorious and prosperous Mingtang.

In the next three years, Ming Zong's first generation disciples will stay in Tujuan World to practice.

Three years in the outside world is thirty years in the picture scroll world.

With the resources in the picture scroll world, they can grow up and become first-class masters in thirty years.

Of course, today's Mingzong still lacks the most core top experts. Zhang Ruochen himself can be considered one, and Han Qiu, who is about to break through to the semi-saint realm, can barely be considered one.

Apart from this, there are only three savage beasts, Xiao Hei, Tunxiang Rabbit, and Demon Ape, who can take advantage of it.

As for the Blood Moon Ghost King, after all, she has not completely surrendered to Zhang Ruochen, so she cannot be included in it for the time being.

Murong Yue was still quite loyal to Zhang Ruochen, but she could exert her greatest influence by staying in the Black Market First Grade Hall.

Therefore, Zhang Ruochen planned to wait a little longer until the time was right before letting Murong Yue join Mingzong.

With Ming Zong's current strength, it is actually enough to compete with some weaker saint sects, but it just lacks some background.

At this stage, Zhang Ruochen is not in a hurry to vigorously develop Ming Zong, because his biggest shortcoming is that his cultivation is not strong enough.

Improving your cultivation is the most important thing.

Zhang Ruochen stayed in the picture scroll world, took out a drop of divine blood, and began to refine it, racing against time to improve his cultivation.

By the time Murong Yue came back, Zhang Ruochen had already refined two drops of divine blood, and his cultivation had improved somewhat.

"How?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Murong Yue took out two metal boxes and placed them in front of Zhang Ruochen. Then, she opened the boxes, revealing two bloody human heads.

They are respectively, the Master of Blood Dragon Palace and Young Master Blood Dragon.

"There is not a single evil cultivator left alive in the main altar of the Blood Dragon Hall. They have all been killed. Even the Blood Dragon Ridge has sunk into the ground without leaving any traces." Murong Yue wiped the blood on her hands. He said calmly.

Zhang Ruochen walked to Mr. Blood Dragon's side, stared at him for a moment, and then performed his thirty-six invisible and formless transformations.

"Crack."

His body shape, appearance, and temperament underwent astonishing changes in a very short period of time, and he soon became exactly the same as Mr. Blood Dragon, without any flaws.

Murong Yue's eyes revealed a look of wonder as she said: "His Highness's transformation technique is absolutely perfect. Not to mention Dharma King Hai Ming, even if Young Master Blood Dragon's father Gu Yan is still alive, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize the real person. Fake."

Immediately, Murong Yue changed the topic again and said: "The figure, appearance, and temperament can all be changed, but the cultivation method is difficult to change. This is a bit troublesome."

Zhang Ruochen asked: "What kind of skill is Master Blood Dragon practicing?"? "It is a high-grade ghost-level skill, and it is also the hall-controlling skill of Blood Dragon Palace. It is called "Blood Dragon Sutra"." Murong Yue road.

Zhang Ruochen recalled that when Mr. Blood Dragon took action, the soul of a blood dragon broke out of his body, greatly increasing his power.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Have you found the Blood Dragon Sutra?"

Murong Yue nodded, took out a palm-sized blood-red scale from the space bracelet, and handed it to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen took it and saw that the surface of the scales was as bright as a mirror and could reflect a person's figure.

There is a very pure dragon energy emanating from the dragon scales, so it is very likely that it fell off from the body of a holy blood dragon.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen injected holy energy into the scales, and immediately, densely packed small characters appeared on the surface of the scales, which were the tenth level of the "Blood Dragon Sutra".

After watching it for two hours, Zhang Ruochen completely memorized the contents of the "Blood Dragon Sutra" and understood the true meaning of the first seven levels of formulas.

Zhang Ruochen put away the dragon scales and smiled slightly: "It is indeed a top-grade ghost-level technique. There are still some things that can be learned from it."

Murong Yue saw Zhang Ruochen's very relaxed expression, so she asked, "Does Your Highness already have a strategy to deal with it?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said: "The essence of the "Blood Dragon Sutra" is to refine a dragon soul into the body and integrate it with one's own blood. The dragon soul is fed with blood, and the dragon soul is used to enhance one's body. "

"Coincidentally, recently, I just got a powerful dragon soul, and I am planning to refine it and use it to practice the tenth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm."

"As long as I have a dragon soul in my body, I can easily disguise myself as someone who has practiced the "Blood Dragon Sutra", which is enough to hide the truth from others."

In order to rush to the Blood God Sect as soon as possible, Zhang Ruochen left Yuan Mansion alone that day and headed to Zhou Wansheng Land.

Murong Yue did not go with Zhang Ruochen. Instead, she temporarily stayed in Yuan Mansion and continued to clean up some remnants of the Blood Dragon Palace to eliminate all hidden dangers.

Before setting off, Zhang Ruochen left Da Sikong and Er Sikong with Murong Yue temporarily and waited until Zhou Wansheng Land to meet them again.

Moreover, Zhang Ruochen also ordered Murong Yue to help find Ling Feiyu's whereabouts. If there is any news, he must be informed in time.

After arranging everything, Zhang Ruochen transformed into Young Master Blood Dragon, sat on Xiao Hei's back, and left Yuan Mansion.

Xiao Hei spread out a pair of big black wings and flew above the clouds thousands of feet high, using his speed to the extreme.

"At your speed, we should be able to reach Zhouwanshengland in eight days. Eight days is enough for me to refine the dragon soul." Zhang Ruochen secretly calculated.

Xiao Hei said with a mournful face: "There is at least two million miles between Yuan Mansion and Zhou Wansheng Land. Ordinary warriors may spend a lifetime to cross such a distant territory. Unless I, the Emperor, Only by traveling day and night can we arrive in eight days.”

Zhang Ruochen said: "That's right, we have to travel day and night."

Zhang Ruochen had a premonition that if the talented woman with the holy book fell into the endless abyss, she might not necessarily die.

Therefore, no matter what, he must rush over as quickly as possible.

What if she didn't die?

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the location of the Blood God Sect and let out a long sigh. He felt deep guilt and self-blame in his heart, as well as some illusory expectations.

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