Zhang Ruochen's injuries were indeed quite serious. Even if he took the dead wood, it took about two days to heal.

Next, Zhang Ruochen decided to retreat for a period of time and went all out to promote repair.

"The thirty-six tactics of the chest and abdomen have all been opened, and only the divine blood or the white tiger **** dew need to be refined to sanctify the qiao points. Once the thirty-six tactics are sanctified, the physical strength will definitely become stronger. "

Both the refined blood and the white tiger **** dew can both temper the flesh and sanctify the acupuncture points. Of course, there are some differences between the two.

The blood of the gods contains the majestic power and huge blood.

Refining and transforming the **** blood can not only sanctify the acupoints, but also absorb the spiritual cultivation insights of God, thereby improving one's cultivation.

Relatively speaking, the power contained in the White Tiger God Dew is more pure than the blood of God. Although it can only be used to sanctify acupoints and temper the flesh, it is easier to absorb.

"At this stage, I must promote cultivation as soon as possible, or it is best to refine the blood of God."

Zhang Ruochen took out a can of divine blood and put it in front of him, his hands emitting white holy light, and he penetrated the holy light into the wooden can.

"Wow"

There are nearly a thousand drops of **** blood on the lame foot, flying out of the wooden jar, exuding an extremely powerful sacred breath, much like bright blood-colored stars hanging above Zhang Ruochen's head.

The blood glow from the blood of the gods, with a very thin silk thread, radiates outwards and connects with other gods' blood, completely covering the space of 100 square meters.

The silk threads are actually the rules contained in the blood of God.

It is precisely because the blood of the **** contains very complicated rules. After the monk refines the blood of the god, the cultivation will be significantly improved.

Zhang Ruochen runs the sixth layer of the Jiu Tian Ming Di Jing, and all of his 100,000 pores are opened, and he begins to swallow the power emanating from the blood of God.

Now, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation is just the beginning of the seventh-order half-sage, and there is still much room for improvement.

Three months, it will soon pass.

Thirty-six acupoints distributed in Zhang Ruochen's waist and abdomen are all sanctified and connected to the thirty-six acupoints of the arms to form a circular system.

"Wow."

The blood flowed violently for a whole week, and suddenly, the 72 points in the waist and arms all glowed white.

"The human body is one hundred and forty-four tricks, and seventy-two tricks have been sanctified. Even if the holy spirit is not running, with my physical strength now, I can fight with the ninth-order semi-holy with bare hands and empty fists."

The clothes on Zhang Ruochen's body had been burned long ago, revealing his upper body, showing a very well-proportioned body, with obvious but not exaggerated muscles.

光芒 The light from the back, chest, abdomen, and arms is connected into a mesh, forming a rather strange pattern.

Thirty-six acupuncture points on the chest and abdomen of Shen Shenghua, Zhang Ruochen refined more than 2,000 drops of divine blood in total, directly elevating his realm to the peak of the seventh-order half-sage.

If it is not, there is a clear dividing line between the seventh-order semi-sage and the eighth-order half-sage. With Zhang Ruochen absorbing such a huge amount of blood, he can completely break through to the eighth-order half-sage.

Now, he is stuck in the realm of the seventh-order semi-sage. The whole person is like a burning furnace. The huge power in his body is nowhere to be released. He scurrys around, runs on, and swells to the extreme, as if to support him. Explosive body.

In such a situation, we must immediately swallow the eight-grade Shengyuandan, impact the eighth-order semi-holy, and break through the realm to resolve the swelling power in the body.

Of course, there is another way, which is to break the barrier of the realm through a fierce battle, so as to impact the eighth-order semi-sage, and consume the violent power in the body.

The two methods, in fact, need to break through the realm.

However, the former is relatively soft, while the latter is a fierce means. It needs to constantly stimulate itself, squeeze itself, and finally break through the realm of cricket.

"Since there is no Bapin Shengyuandan, it seems that I can only choose the second method." Zhang Ruochen said to himself.

Fight.

I must fight.

Since it is a fierce battle, naturally it is necessary to choose a strong opponent, otherwise, it will not achieve the purpose of persecution.

After careful consideration, Zhang Ruochen finally decided to choose the prince of the Qingtian tribe as his whetstone for promotion to the eighth-order semi-sage.

Twenty-five hours later, Zhang Ruochen took the green ink, walked out of the Qiankun Shenmu, and walked towards the outer edge of the blood-red Gobi.

As for other monks, they still practice in the scroll world, and strive to improve their practice.

Qi Qingmo's face is extraordinarily beautiful. It looks like only a dozen years old, much like a little girl with buds waiting to be put.

怯 On her white face, a timid appearance appeared, and he asked anxiously, "Zhang Gongzi, are you really looking for the undead blood tribe of Qingtian tribe alone, is it too dangerous?"

"If it's not dangerous, I won't go!"

Tong Ming knew that the trip was very dangerous, but Zhang Ruochen acted indifferently, with a very relaxed smile on his face.

I am not dangerous, how can I persecute myself, thus impacting the eighth-order semi-sacred realm?

Actually, there is risk in doing anything. Is the reward of this thing attractive to you to take risks?

Obviously, as long as it can impact the realm of the eighth-order semi-sage, even if the risk is great, it is worth trying.

For a long time, the undead blood races have been hiding in the dark to promote the conflict between human races and wild beasts, so as to collect a continuous stream of high-grade blood.

哪 How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?

This time, Zhang Ruochen decided to take the initiative to attack, even if relying on his own strength, he could not shake the Qingtian tribe. However, Zhang Ruochen will at least push them to the bright side, and they cannot let them hide in the dark and take advantage of the fishermen.

Qing Mo lowered her head, bit her lips gently, and said, "The masters of the Qingtian tribe are like clouds, like dragon ponds and tiger caves. Even if it is an ancient religion, they dare not collide with them directly. We only have two people, shouldn't we kill them? It ’s too dangerous, let ’s go back! If the Highness of the County Lord knew that I would take you to the camp of the Qingtian tribe, it would surely kill me. ”

In Zhang Ruochen's eyes, a strange look appeared, and he stopped and stared at Qing Mo carefully.

Wu Qingmo's eyes touched Zhang Ruochen's eyes, and he felt a little guilty. He immediately looked away and said, "Zhang Gongzi ... what ... what happened?"

Zhang Ruochen looked puzzled, and said, "You are a green ink vine that has grown for 40,000 years. You are still above Sister Huang. Even if she takes you to Kunlun, you don't need to be so afraid of her. Right? Aren't you equal? ​​"

You have to know that the green ink vine that has grown for 40,000 years has a state of cultivation that is by no means as simple as a saint who goes down.

Even if Qing Mo rarely touches people, he has less courage, and he is not so afraid of a semi-sacred right?

Wu Qingmo's fingers kept pulling on the corner of her clothes, and she was extremely nervous, and she muttered, "How can I be afraid, I ... I just think that we will carry her to do such a dangerous thing, she will definitely be very worried."

"You don't say, I don't say, how could she know?" Zhang Ruochen smiled.

Wu Qingmo's consciousness is very amazing, and he can feel some of the most subtle clues. Only by taking her can he find the camp of the undead blood tribe.

Wu Qingmo did not disappoint Zhang Ruochen. It only took a day to find the oasis in which the Qingtian clan hid.

There are masters of formation methods in the Clan Qingtian clan, who arranged a huge hidden formation method to completely cover the entire oasis.

Even with Zhang Ruochen's mental strength, he walked near the oasis and found some traces left by the opponent's formation of the formation.

"Zhang Gongzi, in the oasis, there is an attack array, which is quite dangerous ... let's go back!" Qing Mo was a little scared and worried about an accident.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Since you can see through the inscriptions of the attack formation, you can also crack the formation?"

Wu Qingmo nodded and shook his head again.

"What the **** do you mean?"

Zhang Ruochen felt very puzzled and wondered if she could break the line.

Wu Qingmo finally nodded and said, "I have a kind of flame that I can use to make fire for cooking, and I can also burn the inscriptions of the formations to directly transform the formations into a gaseous state."

After a pause, she added: "Theoretically, but I have never tried it."

Zhang Ruochen always felt that Qing Mo was less reliable than Xiao Hei, worried that she would drop the chain at a critical moment, so she asked, "What flame do you have?"

Wu Qingmo stretched out a small white hand, five slender fingers like snow onions, slowly spread out, and a green flame appeared in the palm position.

Just as the flames surfaced, Zhang Ruochen felt a breath of extreme danger, the hair on his body stood up in an instant, and he stepped back instinctively.

The temperature of the flame is actually not high, however, the dangerous atmosphere makes people feel creepy.

"The infinite flame."

Zhang Ruochen was quite surprised and had to re-examine the girl who seemed to be ignorant.

According to legend, the infinite flame can burn the Holy One and melt the Thousand-Striped Holy Artifact, which is definitely a rather rare flame.

怎么 How can it not be surprising that a seemingly weak girl can master such a terrible flame, and can also put the flame into the body?

She even made Zhang Ruochen unable to understand that she was only cooking with the infinite flame.

Since mastering the infinite flame, it is not difficult for Qing Mo to break the attack formation in the oasis.

In fact, Zhang Ruochen's space power can also break the battle, but once he enters the battle, anything can happen, and he may not have the time to deal with it.

Wu Qingmo stayed outside the oasis, and at a critical moment, he might help him.

At this moment, all the important people of the Qingtian tribe in the oasis are gathered under an old golden tree, and are discussing some important matters.

Prince Qingtian sits on the top seat, her clothes are neat, she is handsome, and she has a noble and elegant temperament.

That temperament can only be possessed by the true superiors.

Princess Yan Yanxin, Zuo Tian Blood Saint, Chang Wan, Guiwu, and some nine-tiered and semi-sacred saints of the undead blood race, all stood on both sides below Prince Qing Tian.

None of the people present at the meeting were weak, and in Kunlun, they were all big names, but none of them dared to face Prince Tian Tian directly.

The strength of Prince Qingtian was too terrible, one or two levels higher than them.

Prince Qingtian's eyes were the first to stare at Ghost Fog, and said, "Ghost Fog, has your injury been healed?"

"Take the Holy Blood Dan given by His Royal Highness ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Not only has his injuries been healed, but his realm seems to have improved." Ghost Mist is quite respectful to Prince Qingtian, holding his fists in his hands and saluting upwards.

Immediately afterwards, Guiwu said: "Although his subordinates failed this time, they still found out some details of Zhang Ruochen. At his side, there are at least four beastmaster-level strong men who must have a huge power. "

Prince Qingtian's eyes radiated a brilliant glory, saying: "Is he really the Prince of the Central Empire of Shengming eight hundred years ago, and has already taken over the old Ministry?"

The undead blood tribe and the central Ming Dynasty empire can be regarded as a sea of ​​hatred. At that time, if it was not for the Emperor Ming, how could the undead blood tribe be sealed on an isolated island and spent 800 years of darkness?

Therefore, Prince Qingtian will pay so much attention when he hears the ghost mist.

Princess Yanxin's finger, gently touching the crimson long hair, smiled charmingly: "If he is really the Crown Prince Shengming, wouldn't it be better? The princess just caught him and drank him bite by bite His blood captured his five-element chaos and true destiny. Hehe. "

The sound of Princess Yan Yanxin is soft and beautiful, full of temptation.

The undead master of the uncle present looked at her beautiful face, bumpy figure, white skin, and heard such a seductive voice, all appeared to have a physical reaction, a wicked fire rose in the belly. u

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