God Emperor

The further you go towards the top of Qianyuan Mountain, the denser the holy energy of heaven and earth becomes, condensing into purple haze, like a sea of ​​clouds, lingering in the void.

The holy energy of heaven and earth seemed to burst out from the top of the mountain, and finally, it gradually dropped to the bottom of the mountain.

The mountain of Qianyuan Mountain is extremely large and unreachable, comparable to the ancient sacred mountain of Liangyi Sect. If placed in the sea, it would be like a big island. Even if there are 100,000 people there, it will not look crowded.

The mountain road is very rugged, with thousand-year-old pines and ten thousand-year-old vines growing on both sides. You can see some precious elixirs everywhere, such as human-shaped fruits and golden mushrooms the size of cattail leaf fans.

They are all owned by the ancestors of the Blood God Cult. Anyone who dares to steal them will be in danger of death.

Approximately six thousand meters to Qianyuan Mountain, close to the purple clouds, a cave with surging holy energy appeared.

Outside the cave, many monks gathered.

Most of them look very young, with heroic appearance and extraordinary temperament. They are all outstanding among men and have a very distinguished status in the Blood God Religion.

There is the Linlang Cave of the Saint of the Blood God Sect. It is a very high-level cave, juxtaposed with the caves of the Saints.

A young master in a bloody robe stood outside the cave, staring in the direction of Zhang Ruochen and said, "Someone else is here for the banquet."

"Who is that person? How come I've never seen him before?"

"Ling Yun, you have been practicing in the wild secret realm for many years. Of course you don't know that a very powerful person has appeared in the sect recently. He killed Ning Guihai and defeated Bai Yu and Yan Kongming. This person is called Gu Linfeng."

The eyes of those candidates for the Son of God all stared at Bai Yu.

Bai Yu's face looked a little confused, and he snorted: "He only managed to win by chance with the help of the power of the Blood God Gu. Moreover, the technique he practiced was only the "Blood Dragon Sutra", a top-grade ghost-level technique."

"It turns out that he was planted with the blood god Gu."

"Are people who practice ghost-level skills also qualified to be candidates for the Son of God?"

Everyone immediately lost interest.

As candidates for the Son of God, each of them is very arrogant. They either have a strong physique or have extraordinary skills in cultivation. None of them is a simple person.

The candidates for the Son of God have secretly made up their minds to find a way to expel Gu Linfeng. Not everyone is qualified to attend the banquet of Her Majesty the Saint.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Gu Linfeng did not stop at all and walked straight to the top of the mountain.

"What exactly do you mean? Didn't he receive an invitation from Her Royal Highness the Saint?"

Some people couldn't help but smile: "Her Royal Highness the Saint is not good at sending invitations to anyone. Gu Linfeng's strength is obviously still a little behind."

Bai Yu frowned, because he knew very well that Her Highness the Saint sent someone to send an invitation letter to Gu Linfeng.

"What an arrogant guy. He dares not to come to the banquet. He will definitely be resented by Her Majesty the Saint. From now on, his life in the Blood God Religion will be very difficult." Bai Yu sneered in his heart.

The Saint of the Blood God Sect naturally saw Gu Linfeng leaving, with a puzzled look in her eyes. It was difficult to understand that Gu Linfeng, who had always tried to please her, would not come to the banquet.

Of course, the Blood God Saint didn't take it too seriously. In her eyes, Gu Linfeng was indeed slightly stronger than Bai Yu and Yan Kongming.

However, he is simply unable to compare with Hai Lingyin, Wei Longxing and others, and it is impossible for him to become the Son of God.

With Gu Linfeng's temperament, it was easy to make use of him. It would not be bad to be a chess piece and do things for her.

Zhang Ruochen has been following Jishui, walking among the purple holy clouds, climbing about 20,000 meters, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

The top of Qianyuan Mountain stands above the purple sea of ​​clouds.

In the center of the top of the mountain, a purple beam of light shot out, connected with the sky, and seemed to rush out of bounds.

The "Picture of the Blood God" is carved on a stone wall and is nineteen feet high.

An old man in gray clothes was sitting on the edge below the "Blood God Picture", like a clay statue. The aura on his body was completely restrained, and he could not feel any aura fluctuations.

Zhang Ruochen saw that the old man's body was covered with dirt, and moss had grown on his shoulders and top of his head. He had not moved for how many years.

"Since this senior is dead, why wasn't he buried?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

There was no trace of life fluctuations in the old man's body, and he was obviously dead.

"Don't talk nonsense. This supreme elder is sitting here to guard the "Blood God Picture". He has a very high ranking in the cult, one generation higher than the leader."

Although Jishui said this, she didn't know what to do.

This was not her first time to study the "Blood God Picture". However, she had never seen the supreme elder move. He was no different from a dead corpse.

Since he was a Supreme Elder-level figure, whether alive or dead, Zhang Ruochen did not dare to offend easily. He suppressed the urge to use his mental power to explore and fixed his gaze on the "Blood God Map".

It is said to be the "Blood God Picture", but it is actually just a jagged cliff with no visible pattern. It is no different from a naturally formed stone wall.

Zhang Ruochen frowned and had some doubts. Is the "Blood God Picture" really as magical as Jishui said?

"It's fake. It must be fake. It's just an ordinary stone wall. It's impossible to comprehend any unparalleled magic." A voice came from below the stone wall.

Zhang Ruochen followed the sound and saw a red-haired monkey sitting cross-legged under the "Blood God Picture", shaking his head.

The red-haired monkey stood up, obviously not wanting to waste time studying the "Blood God Picture", and walked down the mountain.

Only then did Zhang Ruochen see clearly that he was not a monkey, but a human being.

However, he has crimson monkey hair on his body, and even has a tail hanging out.

"Spirit monkey half-human race." Zhang Ruochen let out a light sigh.

The monkey half-human race has the longest lifespan among all half-human races, which is comparable to that of savage beasts.

They live on an ocean island in the East China Sea and rarely appear in the Kunlun world. At this moment, a half-human monkey tribe member appeared in the Blood God Sect, and Zhang Ruochen was naturally a little surprised.

The half-human monkey clan member looked like he was only over ten years old. Like the Hai Ling Yin, he looked very much like a teenager.

However, Zhang Ruochen knew that the monkey half-human race had a long lifespan, and his age could not be judged in the same way as ordinary humans.

The monkey-half-human boy walked past Zhang Ruochen, glanced at him, and said, "Don't waste your time studying the bullshit "Blood God Picture", it's just a lie."

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Now that I'm here, I have to give it a try."

The young man from the monkey half-human race looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully and said, "That's wrong! You should also be a candidate for the Son of God, right?"

"That's right."

Zhang Ruochen asked again: "What's wrong?"

"Today, Her Royal Highness the Saintess is not hosting a banquet for all the candidates for the Son of God. You didn't go to the banquet, so why are you here wasting your time instead?" said the monkey and half-human boy.

"You didn't go either?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The young man from the half-human race of monkeys snorted a little and said: "Even if he goes, it will only be a foil. Only Hailingyin and Wei Longxing are the distinguished guests of Her Majesty the Saint, and the new Son of God must be among these two. It’s strange that His Majesty the Holy Book takes notice of the rest.”

"I think so too." After saying this, Zhang Ruochen walked towards the bottom of the "Blood God Picture", sat down cross-legged, adjusted his mood, and looked at the stone wall above.

"It's quite interesting that someone dares not to accept Her Majesty's fault."

The half-human monkey boy looked curious and did not leave. He bumped Jishui's back with his tail and asked, "Sister, who is this person?"

"Stay away from me." Ji Shui said coldly.

The young man from the half-human race of monkeys stared at her with some confusion, so he nudged her with his tail and asked, "Why?"

Jishui glanced at the tail of the half-human monkey boy. The blood mist rolled over his body, and two black beams of light shot out from under his hood.

The young man's figure dodged two beams of light.

With a "boom", two light pillars hit the ground, melting the rocks on the ground.

"I just asked casually, why do you need to take action?"

The monkey-half-human boy turned into a ray of fire, moved half a circle, and appeared on the other side of Jishui.

"When did the Blood God Religion show up with such a strong man?" Jishui was quite surprised and did not dare to underestimate this person.

Just now, the speed this person showed was not inferior to hers, and he was by no means an ordinary person.

"This eldest sister is really not easy to get along with at all."

The young man from the Spirit Monkey Half-human Race shook his head and did not continue to question Jishui. He walked towards the Supreme Elder of the Blood God Sect who was sitting cross-legged not far away.

His tail stretched out again, bumped into Elder Taishang's right shoulder, and asked: "Old man, the so-called "Blood God Picture" must be fake, right?"

The Supreme Elder was like a stone sculpture, sitting cross-legged on the ground, motionless.

"It turned out to be a dead man."

The monkey and half-human boy frowned and sighed: "The disciples of the Blood God Sect are too disrespectful to their seniors. Since they are dead, they should be buried in peace."

The young man found a corner under the stone wall and dug a large pit about two meters deep.

Then, he carried the "corpse" of the Supreme Elder on his shoulders and walked towards the pit.

Even so, the Supreme Elder's body was still in a cross-sitting posture. His muscles and bones were very stiff, his eyes were closed, and he was not awake.

He put the Supreme Elder into the pit, and then started filling it with mud and rocks.

Jishui had been holding his breath, watching all this, a little frightened, fearing that the Supreme Elder would suddenly come to life and kill everyone present in anger.

Jishui gradually breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the Supreme Elder had not woken up. He thought to himself that maybe the old man had really died a long time ago.