It is no secret that Zhang Ruochen cultivated the five elements of Chaos and the destiny of God. It has caused huge shocks in the major forces.

The undead blood tribe absorbs the monk's blood, it is indeed able to capture some of the other's ability.

I can say that the blood of any strong young Tianjiao is also extremely precious to the undead, and it is comparable to a human form of holy medicine.

Bian Changwan's eyes are as large as wine glasses, and his two blood-red pupils are widened. Shen Sheng said, "Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen can't find it if he hides it."

"If I find Zhang Ruochen's trail, I must be the first to slay him and kill him, to cut off his head, and dedicate it to the prince and prince." Said an undead blood race of the ninth-order semi-holy state.

All of the undead blood clan who was present at the scene felt regret. If it wasn't for Ghost Fog's whereabouts, they might not have received Zhang Ruochen's blood. As long as they drink a glass, it will be enough to improve their physique.

It's too late to say anything now, Zhang Ruochen hid, and for a few days passed, the creatures in the Wengma Desert were dispatched for a little while, and he could not find his trace.

"Boom."

A loud sound passed from the edge of the oasis.

The ground under the feet of your undead blood trembled.

Afterwards, a large handprint flew into the oasis. Behind the big mudra, a cyan dragon shadow is connected, destroying the hidden array method that wraps the oasis.

The oasis of several tens of miles was completely exposed.

The catastrophic destructive power of the 手 big handprints was extremely amazing. It pushed down a large area of ​​the golden tree in the oasis. In a short time, the golden leaves fluttered in the sky and made a rushing sound.

At the same time, there are also dozens of strong men of the undead, who screamed and flew backwards.

Except for the eight undead blood sects who rely on their strong vitality, they barely saved their lives. All the other undead blood clan of the dragon and fish realm burst into flesh and bones.

You must know that the undead kins who can follow Prince Qingtian to enter the world of Qinglongxu, at least have the ninth change of ichthyosaur. As long as they get high-grade blood, they have a great chance to break into the semi-holy realm.

"who?"

Prince Qing Tian's eyes were like a torch, and a flare appeared in her pupil.

"哧哧."

Two crimson flames of light flew out of his pupils, rushing away dozens of miles, hitting the young man who broke into the oasis.

Prince Qingtian ’s dual-purpose qiao points have been sanctified. As long as the qiao points are opened and the whole body's blood is carried away, the eyes' eyes can be enough to erupt the Holy Art level destructive attacks.

Seeing Prince Qingtian using the sacred fire eyes, all the undead kinsmen showed a look of dread, and stepped back, for fear of being penetrated by two pillars of fire.

"嘭!"

I was surprised that the two pillars of flames did not strike the young man, but instead were refracted and flew towards the camp of the undead blood.

The destructive power of the flame beam of light was indeed quite terrible. It hit the ground and broke the ground apart, forming two huge pits up to ten feet long.

Around the giant pit, rocks and soil melted into a liquid.

Among them, more than ten monks of the undead blood race were too late to escape, and were beaten to death.

How did this happen?

Everyone looked intently, and saw that in front of the young man, a translucent circular light and shadow, with a diameter of three feet, looked like a huge mirror.

Two flame beams struck on top of it, immediately refracted, and flew in the other direction.

"He is Zhang Ruochen, who inherited from time and space. He used space power to distort space and divert His Royal Highness' attack to another direction." Guiwu said.

The ghost ghost mist felt on Zhang Ruochen's body and felt a very drastic spatial fluctuation.

Prince Qingtian immediately closed her eyes and put away her eyes, so as not to cause greater damage to the Qingtian clan.

After dozens of miles, Zhang Ruochen's hands were closed, and the round light mirror in front of him disappeared immediately, blending with the surrounding space.

The method he used just now is the latest space technique that he has come to know, called the "space mirror."

Actually, the mirror of space is nothing extraordinary, it is just a branch of space distortion.

Space distortion is a kind of foundation. As Zhang Ruochen's realm is getting higher and higher, his mental strength is getting stronger, and the control of space will be greatly improved.

As long as the distorted space is constructed into a special plane, a space mirror can be formed.

Any attack falling on the mirror of space will also be refracted, or directly reflected back. Of course, the opponent's strength is so strong that it can also penetrate the space mirror.

In the Oasis, all the undead blood races were surprised. Just now they were still sorry because they could n’t find Zhang Ruochen. Who could have thought that Zhang Ruochen would come to the door?

"It looks handsome and attractive," he said.

Princess Yan Yanxin gently pursed her red lips, revealing a thrilling beautiful smile, her eyes turned into the shape of a crescent, and she was very interested in Zhang Ruochen.

Or, she is interested in the blood in Zhang Ruochen's body.

Wu Guiwu and Zuo Tianxue Sheng acted extra cautiously, immediately released their mental strength, and explored the periphery of the oasis.

I was disappointed that, apart from discovering the breath of a young girl, no one was able to detect any strong human race.

Are those strong people using special means to hide?

They didn't believe that Zhang Ruochen would kill him alone. There must be many strong human races on the periphery of the oasis, maybe they were already surrounded.

Zhang Ruochen stepped into the oasis by himself, stepping on the golden leaves, and said, "The Prince of the Blue Tribe is really a good plan. You should have gotten a lot of high-grade blood by using the battle between the brute and the human race?"

In the camp, there is a huge blood pool, like a small lake.

All the blood in Wuchi was collected from Yingsha City, at least it was the blood of the celestial warrior, and even the blood of the semi-sacred.

There are more than a hundred monks of the undead blood race, sitting on the edge of the blood pool, absorbing blood and promoting their own cultivation.

It can be said that Prince Qingtian received a lot of training resources without spending a single soldier. Only the blood in the blood pool could increase the overall strength of the Qingtian tribe.

Prince Qingtian still steadily sits on the top, but just said lightly: "The battle between the brutal beasts and the human race has been irreconcilable since ancient times. What is the relationship with Prince Ben? Prince Ben just sent some people to collect some blood on the battlefield. That's it. "

In fact, Prince Qingtian does not believe that Zhang Ruochen will come here independently. There always feels that there are many strong men hidden in the dark. Therefore, when speaking, he was quite cautious, did not leak water, and did not want to be the target of siege by human races and wild beasts.

Prince Qing Tian just wanted to be a low-profile beneficiary, and didn't want to be too high-profile, pushing herself to the limelight.

Zhang Ruochen stepped into the golden woods and headed towards the Blood Pond.

"You better stop immediately, otherwise, it will be a dead end." A faceless undead blood race half-sacred, she sighed.

若 Zhang Ruochen ignored him, but accelerated his pace, burst into flame, and slapped forward with one palm.

The undead blood races have already formed a blood strike team, some of them are small groups of ten people, some of them are large groups.

"Boom."

The stubborn palm print fell down, breaking down a small array of ten people.

Even if the ten strong are united and formed, they cannot prevent Zhang Ruochen's blow.

Four of them died in the ninth undead blood race. Only six undead half-sages saved their lives, dragged their severely injured bodies, and fled into other bloodstreams.

若 Zhang Ruochen continued to take shots, launched crazy kills, and rushed towards the direction of the blood pool.

The puppet must destroy the blood pool to prevent the overall strength of the Qingtian tribe from greatly increasing.

Just in the oasis, the number of strong men in the Qingtian clan is comparable to the alliance formed by the blood gods, the Cai family, and the Shangguan family.

If it is, letting their overall strength rise again is not a good thing for all living beings in the Qinglong Market.

In just a few breaths, Zhang Ruochen has killed dozens of undead strongmen.

"Is Zhang Ruochen crazy? He wants to single out the entire Qingtian tribe?" An undead blood cultivator who reached the ninth-order half-sage revealed an angry expression.

Princess Yan Yanxin chuckled: "Zhang Ruochen dares to single out the nineteen Beastmasters alone, what else is he afraid to do? He is really a domineering and charming man. His blood must be very delicious."

"Look for death."

He continued for ten digits of the ninth-order half-sage, unfolding the blood wings on his back, turning into a blood-red cloud, and rushing towards Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

Prince Qingtian didn't make a shot, still sitting on a jade bench, completely releasing the five senses, and exploring the outer area of ​​the oasis.

According to the information he has collected in the past, Zhang Ruochen is definitely not a reckless person. It is impossible to fight with the entire Qingtian tribe like a reckless husband.

This is no different from hitting a stone with a egg. Even if he is strong, he will not be able to shake the foundation of the Qingtian clan and will only take his own life.

"Zhang Ruochen took the lead and should only want to disturb the arrangement of the prince. The old part of Shengming's central empire is estimated to be hidden in the dark and ready to move." Prince Qingtian thought so.

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Ten digits of the ninth and a half sages, rushed into four large blood lines and ten small blood lines, respectively.

There was an additional ninth-order semi-sacred in the Blood Squad, and the power that erupted immediately strengthened a great deal.

Even if it is a small array, he can also hit Zhang Ruochen for several hits.

The whole oasis is shrouded in blood mist, and the deafening fighting sounds continue to be heard outward.

You must know that the scale of the fighting in the oasis is close to the Holy Level, making the heaven and earth aura violently shake and spread to thousands of miles away.

In this area, all forces have been shocked.

"Why is there a large-scale battle outbreak? Is there a top-level heavenly treasure?"

Some wild beasts, human monks, undead ghosts, heard the wind, and hurried to the direction of the oasis, want to know what happened?