The rain has stopped.

The clouds did not clear, and the sky was still dim, with a little coolness.

The strength of Zhang Ruochen quickly dissipated, and the light of the Buddha gradually faded, and soon fell back to the realm of fourth-order semi-sacred.

Not only that, a strong sense of weakness swept the whole body from the inside out, and the holy spirit in the sea of ​​Qi and the meridians disappeared in an instant.

"Well."

Zhang Ruochen could no longer continue to fly, carrying the stone beauty, slowly descending from mid-air to the edge of a wide ancient river.

The ancient river, the misty river was bewildered, and the water flow was gentle. When I looked at it, I couldn't see the opposite bank, as if I was standing on the seashore.

Zhang Ruochen's legs trembled a little and it was difficult to support them.

The feeling of weakness, coupled with the injuries on his body, made him almost fall to the ground.

At this moment, let alone a giant of the sacred realm, even a warrior in the celestial realm may bring him down.

Fortunately, the evil saints on the black market have not been pursued. Otherwise, it is difficult for Zhang Ruochen to escape from birth today.

"There is no strong man from the holy realm to catch up, let me down! Your condition is very poor. If you do not heal in time, I am afraid that you will leave a dark illness that is difficult to heal for life." Shi Meiren's expression was very focused, she said softly. With some concerns.

Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised, she put down Shi Meiren and stared at her eyes closely. ⑩ ％ 长 ⑩ ％ 风 ⑩% 文 ⑩% 学 ， ww↖w.cfw ≦ x.ne⊥t

Her eyes were no longer so dim and empty, a little more human, like a living beautiful woman, rather than a human-shaped stone sculpture.

To be precise, as soon as they escaped the black market, the Shimei people had some subtle changes and they were no longer so sluggish.

However, Zhang Ruochen was busy dealing with the elders of Qi surname and the evil sage of the black market, and had no chance to ask.

"You regained your will again?" Zhang Ruochen smiled.

Shi Meiren's eyes are like two bays of water cut, staring straight at Zhang Ruochen, shaking his head, falling into silence, thinking about something, as if feeling something, his eyes gradually become a little stunned.

Zhang Ruochen worried that she would become a cold and silent Shi Mei, and immediately said: "I always feel that I have not completely escaped from the crisis, and I must continue to hurry, and the farther I can escape, the better."

Shi Meiren stared at Zhang Ruochen in the past, quite worried, and said: "Your injury is very serious, it is best to stop and cultivate."

Zhang Ruochen's injury was indeed very serious. There was no trace of blood on his face, like an ordinary person who was ill.

And, because of the power of the third seal of the relic, the body became extremely weak, unable to support it, and fell down.

Shi Meiren held him back, so she did not fall to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen immediately took down a dead wood pan, and before he could refine it, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the distant sky, revealing a condensed look, and said, "That is ... the army of the undead blood ..."

On the horizon, a bright red color appeared, a cloud of blood was rolling in, with a deterrent terror.

There must be more than one undead blood race, it must be an army, and it is likely that it came from a monstrous sword.

Zhang Ruochen had originally planned to summon the little black and elephant-swallowing rabbits in the scroll world and take them away. Now it seems unnecessary.

There is more than one Holy Blood King in the army of undead blood.

The speed of Xiao Hei and the Elephant Swallowing Rabbit are among the best in the half-holy, but compared to the blood king of the sacred place, it is a hundred thousand miles behind.

Even if he hid in the scroll world, the Blood King of the Sacred Realm could find the Qiankun Shenmu map based on the breath left by Zhang Ruochen.

Once the Qianmu Shenmu map falls into the hands of the undead blood race, it will cause even greater disaster.

Zhang Ruochen believes that he has never experienced despair, and no matter how great the danger is, there is always a way to resolve it. But now, it is in despair.

Zhang Ruochen seemed very calm, showed a smile, and stared at Shi Meiren, saying, "Today, no matter how dead, is it better to have a big vote before we die?"

"What do you mean?" Shi Meiren looked curious.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Although your cultivation is lost, the source is still in the body. I can help you to detonate the source and end up with those undead blood races. The power of a swordsman's source comes from the explosion. It's a little bit anticipating. "

In Shi Meiren's eyes, a tender look appeared, and she nodded slightly slightly, agreeing.

However, at this moment, an elegant woman voice came from the river not far away: "Brother Zhang, can you tell me on the boat?"

Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction of the ancient river, and saw a more than ten-foot-long green wooden boat docked at the shore.

Standing on the bow, a beautiful and elegant woman in white, just like Lingbo Fairy, gave a very dusty feeling.

Zhang Ruochen was both at a loss and surprised, and said, "Sister Luo, how did you come to Zhongyu?"

The woman on the boat, named Luo Shuihan, was called "Three Demon of the West Court" together with Huang Yanchen and Mu Lingxi at the Wuyuan Academy Palace in Tianmoling.

However, Zhang Ruochen later left the Eastern Sanctuary, and has embarked on a different path of the Holy Road. He and Luo Shuihan have not seen him for a long time.

I thought that they would never have any intersection in their lives, but they did not expect that they would meet again under such circumstances.

What unexpected to Zhang Ruochen is that Luo Shuihan's cultivation has actually entered the semi-sacred realm and has not left behind.

While in the Western Academy, Luo Shuihan was the best student, his qualifications were still above Huang Yanchen and Mu Lingxi.

Moreover, like Zhang Ruochen, her physique has been constantly strengthened and continuously improved, and she seems to have infinite potential.

In recent years, the adventures she got may not be lost to Mu Lingxi and Huang Yanchen. It is the best proof to enter the semi-sacred realm at such a young age.

Luo Shuihan still has a picturesque temperament, saying: "I originally came for you two. To be precise, it is actually the other person on the ship who wants to see you."

"we?"

Zhang Ruochen is really curious. Who is it that actually has an intersection with him and Ling Feiyu?

Zhang Ruochen wanted to tell Luo Shuihan that an army of undead blood was coming in this direction and he should flee immediately.

However, in his current state, he can see that the undead blood army is coming, will Luo Shuihan not see it?

Why is she still calm?

Could it be ...

Zhang Ruochen glanced inside the blue wooden boat, and his heart moved, giving birth to a bold guess.

Could it be that person in the boat?

Zhang Ruochen and Shi Mei boarded the cyan wooden boat, and led by Luo Shuihan, entered the cabin.

In the cabin, there were a Tsing Yi showman in his thirties and an old man with half white hair and half black hair.

On the table in front of the two of them, there is a picture scroll, sketched by ink and wash, and it is impossible to see what is drawn.

The appearance of Tsing Yi Xiu Shi can only be regarded as medium, but the whole person gives a clean look, even every hair is neat and tidy.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen and Shi Meiren entering the cabin, the two stopped talking about the paintings on the table case, and looked up at the same time.

The difference is that the first glance of Tsing Yi Xiu Shi is staring at Zhang Ruochen.

The old man with half white hair and half black hair was staring at Shi Meiren for the first time, showing a very curious look.

The Tsing Yi Xiusi smiled and said, "I have heard that Shuihan mentioned Yunmo County of Tianmoling Mountain a great genius. I wanted to see you in the Dongyuan Shengyuan, but I was worried that the owner of Xuanyuanyuan misunderstood that I would grab him. Disciple, so I waited for a while. But I didn't expect that so many things happened later, and I don't really see you until today. "

Zhang Ruochen had some speculation about the identity of the Tsing Yi showman, folded his hands with his fists, bowed slightly, and said, "Meet my seniors."

The old man, also staring at Zhang Ruochen at the moment, said: "No wonder the queen ordered you to be arrested. Your kid is indeed bold and brave enough to dare to kill the two saints of demons. You continue to make trouble The Kunlun Realm, which is already about to be turned upside down, may add some unpredictable variables. "

Until this moment, Zhang Ruochen began to look seriously, the old man with half white hair and half black hair.

The old man seemed to be trembling with spirits, his eyes were like a torch, and he was probably in his fifties, not so old-fashioned.

The most important point is that he is actually wearing a shirt that represents the identity of Confucianism and Taoism.

You know, Confucianism and Taoism are quite closely related, and many outstanding Confucian and Taoist students are civil servants of the court. Those great Confucian and sacred Confucianists even occupy high positions and can even enter the six ministries and cabinets to formulate the national policy of the First Central Empire.

If this person is really a senior official in the court, Zhang Ruochen must be a little more alert to him.

The old man in Confucian clothing saw Zhang Ruochen's vigilant eyes, a little displeased, staring with a beard and screaming, "What are you doing to prevent the old man? The old man is not a court man, he is just a painter."

The man in Tsing Yi stared at Zhang Ruochen and said peacefully: "He is indeed not an official of the court and will not hit you. You sit down first and ignore him."

Before Zhang Ruochen sat down, the old man in Confucian clothing leaned on his chin, saying quite proudly: "Although the old man is not an official of the court, one of his disciples is the state shepherd of Tiantai Prefecture. An old man of the old man, This is the second place in this year's list. "

Zhang Ruochen frowned, a little curious. How old is this old guy, why is he still thinking in front of a young man? Does it make sense?

Zhang Ruochen didn't bother him and sat down straight.

The old man in Confucian clothing saw Zhang Ruochen sitting opposite him, and began to blow his beard and stared, as if he felt that Zhang Ruochen's status was too low to be equal to him.

Degrading Sven, messing up the ranks, no manners ...

If it wasn't for the Tsing Yi Xiusi sitting next to him and saying that it might not be true, the old man in the Confucian clothes had already lifted the table and left.

At this moment, the eyes of the Tsing Yi showman ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ are staring at Shi Meiren, revealing a complex expression, saying: "Linggong master, in fact, next time it is for you."

Shi Meiren smiled bitterly, and said, "Are you, like her, revenge?"

Not far away, Zhang Ruochen showed a curious look and wanted to know what kind of grievances the two characters representing the two eras of Kunlun had in the end?

The old man in Confucian clothing also raised his ears, listened carefully, and looked very interested.

Tsing Yi shook her head and said, "I know, she has always hated you and vented all her grievances on you. When you fought against the Emperor Qingtian, you were seriously traumatized. She found you I am afraid that it is also using the things of the year to attack your state of mind and want to completely destroy your will, thereby revenge you and make you pay for the things you did in the year. "

He added: "I came to Zhongyu to stop her and wanted to tell you. I never blame you for the things that happened. You didn't do anything wrong and don't blame yourself.

After hearing this sentence, Shi Meiren's eyes obviously changed. (To be continued.)