God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen raised his head and glanced at the elephant foot that was quickly pressed down. Without any panic, he seemed calm and composed. He stretched out a finger and moved forward.

Above his fingertips, twenty feet away, strands of space power quickly gathered together and condensed into a point.

After the space power at that point was concentrated to the extreme, it collapsed outward with a bang, forming a broken space area of ​​more than 100 meters directly.

It happened that the soles of Pantian Holy Elephant's feet pressed down and collided with the broken space.

"Pfft."

Being attacked by space power, the huge elephant legs shattered in an instant and turned into a ball of blood mist.

After losing one foot, the Pantian Holy Elephant's body lost its center of gravity and fell directly to the ground with a roar.

Zhao Shiqi mobilized his mental power first, condensed a force of wind, acted on his body, and flew into the air more than a thousand meters above the ground.

"Space power...how is it possible...could he be...could he be a descendant of time and space..."

Zhao Shiqi stared at the still quite chaotic space below, unable to remain calm at all.

Suddenly, he felt a cold breath coming from his neck and looked down.

I saw a black ancient sword lying across his right shoulder, emitting a faint sword light.

Zhang Ruochen stood behind Zhao Shiqi, holding a sword in one hand and said, "Is it too late to guess my identity now?"

"You are Zhang Ruochen."

Zhao Shiqi tried hard to control his feelings of shock and fear, trying to appear calm and composed.

Zhang Ruochen put away Shen Yuan's ancient sword, stepped on the void, walked slowly and unhurriedly to the opposite side of Zhao Shiqi, and said, "Tell me! Who ordered you to kill me?"

Seeing Zhang Ruochen put away his sword, Zhao Shiqi was actually still a little ready to mobilize his mental power to fight back.

However, after careful calculation, Zhao Shiqi gave up on this decision.

Because Zhang Ruochen was too close to him at the moment, killing him was not much more difficult than killing an ordinary person.

After all, the spiritual half saint is only suitable for long-range attacks. Once he is approached by a martial arts half saint of the same realm, there is only one way to die.

Zhao Shiqi gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "After I say it, you still want to kill me."

"uncertain."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said: "A half-saint with level 47 mental power is also a powerful master of beast control. A person like you is still very useful. As long as you don't play tricks on me, not only will I not kill You, no matter what, I will still reuse you.”

Zhao Shiqi heard the meaning of Zhang Ruochen's words, his eyelids twitched slightly, and said: "You want me to do something for you? Do you know that this is the Blood God Sect, as long as I spread the news of your appearance, even if you have three heads and six arms, Don’t even think about escaping alive.”

Zhang Ruochen said: "Don't worry, even if I die, you will die in front of me." Gradually, Zhao Shiqi relaxed and became less nervous.

Because if Zhang Ruochen wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have said so many words to him. Since Zhang Ruochen didn't intend to kill him, he was qualified to negotiate terms with Zhang Ruochen.

Zhao Shiqi said: "Zhang Ruochen, you are the descendant of time and space, you have great luck, and you have cultivated into the tenth god of fish and dragon. You will definitely become the overlord of the Kunlun world in the future. I, Zhao Shiqi, can follow you, but what can you give me? Me what?"

Mingzong had just been established and it was a time to recruit talented people. Zhang Ruochen naturally focused on recruiting rare talents like Zhao Shiqi.

If recruitment fails, it is not too late to get rid of them.

Zhang Ruochen stared at him and said, "You should be almost two hundred years old, right?"

A sad look flashed in Zhao Shiqi's eyes.

His age is indeed almost two hundred years old.

Whether you are a half-saint in martial arts or a semi-sage in spiritual power, two hundred years old is a major watershed.

When a martial arts half-saint reaches the age of two hundred, his blood energy will begin to decline and his physical body will begin to age. Without the assistance of holy elixirs and holy medicines, it will be difficult to make progress in his cultivation in the future.

The spiritual power of a half-saint is slightly better than that of a martial arts half-saint. Even after two hundred years of age, spiritual power can continue to grow, but the rate of growth will become very slow.

At Zhao Shiqi's age, it is already the limit for him to be able to cultivate his mental strength to the forty-eighth level in this life. It is even possible that he would have a hard time crossing the forty-eighth level.

Zhang Ruochen said: "If I tell you, in this world, I am the only one who can help you cultivate your spiritual power to the holy realm. Will you surrender to me?"

"Is this true?"

Zhao Shiqi's eyes showed a fiery light, and he could not suppress the excitement in his heart.

Zhang Ruochen still looked quite indifferent and said: "You should have heard that I found a magical medicine in the underworld." "Of course I have heard of it. It is said that you used that magical medicine to make Xuanji Sword Master Nirvana and rebirth." Zhao Shiqi said.

Zhang Ruochen's reputation in the Kunlun world is actually as good as that of saints of the older generation, and every move he makes attracts the attention of monks all over the world.

The identity of the descendant of time and space is by no means a vain one.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "The magic medicine I found in the underworld is called Qixing Shenling."

Zhao Shiqi obviously also knew the medicinal power of Qixing Shenling. After hearing the name, the excitement on his face became more obvious and said: "Legend has it that the first leaf of Qixing Shenling is shaped like a green dragon. Take it It’s enough to cultivate spiritual power... a great sage."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Why are you so excited? I never said that I would reward you with the green dragon leaves. At most, I can only provide you with some dewdrops on the green dragon leaves."

Zhao Shiqi immediately laughed dryly, showed a flattering look, and said: "Even if Mr. Zhang rewards me with Qinglong leaves, I can't digest them with my mental strength. As long as I can get some dewdrops on the Qinglong leaves, the power contained in the dewdrops will , It is also enough for me to cultivate my spiritual strength to over fifty levels and become a spiritual saint. Once my spiritual strength becomes a saint, my longevity will definitely increase."

"So, you have decided to submit to me? Do you really believe that I have the Seven-Star Shenling?" Zhang Ruochen asked back.

Zhao Shiqi was slightly startled, then immediately showed a smile and said: "Master Zhang can cultivate to the current level at such a young age, and he will definitely have a bright future in the future. Even if there is no Seven-Star Shenling, I am willing to follow him to the death." After saying this, , Zhao Shiqi knelt down on one knee, put his palm on his chest, and made a gesture of loyalty.

For Zhao Shiqi, if he continues to stay in the Blood God Sect, it will be difficult to achieve higher achievements than the height he can reach in this life.

However, following a legend like Zhang Ruochen from the younger generation may not necessarily create a new future.

In the history of Kunlun Realm, many great emperors were born who dominated an era. Those followers around the emperor can also get countless benefits, and eventually become first-class strong men, so that other monks can only look up to them.

Zhang Ruochen's current achievements are even better than those of those great emperors when they were young.

If Zhang Ruochen becomes a great emperor in the future, then if Zhao Shiqi chooses to follow him now, wouldn't it be a huge gain? When the time comes, the Dharma Kings and Palace Masters of the Blood God Sect will probably come to curry favor with him.

In a word, Zhao Shiqi is gambling on the future with his last few decades of life.

"Get up!"

Zhang Ruochen said again: "Tell me, who wants to kill me?"

Zhao Shiqi stood up and said solemnly: "Report to the Young Master, the person who wants to kill you is His Highness the Son of God."

"Mei Lanzhu?"

Zhang Ruochen had a smile on his face.

Zhang Ruochen's performance in Poluo Mountain was indeed excellent, but it did not threaten Mei Lanzhu's status as the Son of God.

Then, it can only be another reason, the Saint of the Blood God Sect, Shangguan Xianyan.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said: "Mei Lanzhu was sitting in the tenth position of the King's Seat at the Jiezi Banquet. He is considered to be one of the top twenty outstanding figures in the Kunlun world. Why is he so small-minded?"

Zhang Ruochen only wanted to conceal his identity by provoking Shangguan Xianyan, and had no intention of actually pursuing her.

But he didn't expect that because of this incident, he would be killed.

Zhao Shiqi smiled coldly, "Sir, should we get rid of Mei Lanzhu in You Zi Tiangong without anyone noticing? Then, will you become the Son of God?"

It has to be said that Zhang Ruochen was a little moved by Zhao Shiqi's proposal.

After all, the identity and status of "Gu Linfeng" are still too low now. He has no access to the core secrets of the Blood God Religion and is constrained in doing things.

If he could become the Son of God of the Blood God Religion, then the situation would be completely different.

If you want to become the Son of God of the Blood God Religion, there are two ways.

The first method: kill Mei Lanzhu, Zhang Ruochen uses the invisible and formless thirty-six transformations to transform into his appearance and become the new Mei Lanzhu.

However, Mei Lanzhu and Gu Linfeng were different. Mei Lanzhu has been practicing in the Blood God Sect. The leader and elders of the Blood God Sect have watched him grow up and know him very well.

It would be difficult for Zhang Ruochen to transform into his appearance without exposing any flaws.

After all, the leader of the Blood God Religion and those old guys are not stupid people. On the contrary, each one is smarter than the other. How easy is it to deceive them?

Then, there is only the second way: kill Mei Lanzhu, and then compete for the position of the Son of God as Gu Linfeng.

If he could hide in the Blood God Sect as the Son of God, he would not only be able to hide his identity from others, but also gain access to a large amount of cultivation resources.

Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment and said: "Let's put this aside for now and think about it later. I have one more important thing and I must rush to Youzi Tiangong immediately."

Zhang Ruochen flew to the top of the snow mountain again, came to Su Bai's body, and first checked her Qi sea.

The previous sword not only broke through Su Bai's Qi sea, but also shattered her holy soul, making her dead.

Zhang Ruochen found some holy stones, elixirs, and secret books on Su Bai's body. In addition, there are three drops of blood of the Blood God.

The Blood God's blood can be used to resist the bite of the Blood God Gu, and can also be used to feed the Blood God Gu, making the Blood God Gu's cultivation more powerful.

Zhang Ruochen put all the treasures into the space ring. Then, he glanced at Zhao Shiqi in the distance.

Zhao Shiqi stood in front of the head of Pantian Holy Elephant, took out a healing pill from his arms, and fed it into the huge elephant's mouth.

"It seems that he sincerely surrenders to me. When he comes to Youzi Tiangong, he might be useful." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.

Just now, Zhang Ruochen deliberately distanced himself from Zhao Shiqi just to test him.

If Zhao Shiqi was pretending to surrender, then he would definitely attack Zhang Ruochen just now, or escape immediately to spread the news of Zhang Ruochen's appearance.

Since he didn't do this, Zhang Ruochen can continue to trust him.