The most powerful of the Qinglong dynasty, either went to the outer city to fight, or went to the guardian altar on the top of the holy mountain. Instead, the defense of this splendid palace became quite weak.

Taking the practice of Zhang Ruochen and others as examples, the indigenous monks in the palace were not alarmed, and the **** broke in without even knowing the ghost.

As a royal palace, there are naturally many precious treasures. For ordinary warriors, just taking out one piece is also valuable, enough for a lifetime.

Those treasures, semi-holy figures, are inconspicuous at all.

Sun Dadi and Da Sikong rushed towards the inner palace, and they have long since disappeared. They seem to really want to catch several princesses and princesses.

"Amitabha Buddha! Uncle, I'll stop the big brother back. I can't watch him make mistakes." Er Sikong folded his hands together, Baoxiang solemn, with a look of worry in his eyes.

"Go!" Zhang Ruochen said.

After Er Sikong left, Zhang Ruochen captured a general who had cultivated four dragon shadows and asked about the location of the Treasury of the Qing Dynasty, and he and Murong Yue hurried over.

The holy figures of the Qinglong dynasty will definitely take away all the treasures when they leave Qinglongxu.

However, in the recent period of time, a large number of natural treasures have been born in the Qinglong Ruins, which must be stored in the Treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty.

The treasury of the Qinglong dynasty was built in the sacred mountain and separated by a wall from the royal palace.

The outer area of ​​the national treasury is equipped with very powerful defensive formations, one layer after another, and even sacred figures do not want to break the formation.

Murongyue followed Zhang Ruochen's side, staring at the distant Treasury's Shimen, and asked, "Sect, first, how strong is your subordinate defense formation?"

Zhang Ruochen grabbed Murong Yue's wrist and dragged her back. "There is no need to storm, I have a way."

Shaking his body, Zhang Ruochen's body shape and appearance changed dramatically, changing into a middle-aged man with a slightly waxy skin, wide shoulders and a wide body, with a majestic imitation all over his body.

His appearance became exactly the same as that of Qing Kong Wusheng, and even his temperament and eyes were almost the same.

Zhang Ruochen's arms stretched out, and a ray of holy air poured out from the body, condensing into eight huge dragon shadows, exuding a magnificent dragon air.

Subsequently, he strode towards the Treasury's Shimen in a stride.

All the sergeants guarding the treasury, all kneeling down and saluting, said: "Meet the Lord Qingkong Wusheng."

"Not yet to open the formation."

There was a thick voice in Zhang Ruochen's mouth.

"But ... adults didn't go to the outer city to fight with the demons outside the country, why did they come to the treasury?" A six dragon warrior expressed his doubts and asked carefully.

Zhang Ruochen looked extraordinary, a formidable breath poured out of his body, deterred them, and said, "Is this holy thing needed to explain to you?"

The Balong Wusheng is the guardian of the Qinglong dynasty and the most noble existence. In extraordinary times like this, it has the highest decision-making power, so no one dares to disobey their will.

The sergeant who guarded the treasury did not dare to offend Qingkong Wusheng, and immediately opened the defense array.

Zhang Ruochen entered the formation, stopped, looked at the Quartet, and then quietly released the space domain.

"Om."

The space shook violently, causing the sergeants to bleed, all of which fell to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen controlled the power very well, but just stunned them without taking away their lives.

The King of Six Dragons did not faint. With deep cultivation, he resisted the attack of space forces and still maintained a standing posture.

"who are you……"

He pointed at Zhang Ruochen, showing a look of horror, and stepped backwards, trying to escape.

"Well."

Zhang Ruochen rushed forward as fast as he could, and hit him with a single palm. The powerful palm force came out with the lightnings, and penetrated into the body of the six dragon king.

The king of six dragons had black eyes and a snoring sound, and fell to the ground.

"I don't know how many treasures are stored in the Treasury of the Qing Dynasty."

Zhang Ruochen showed a smile, took out Shen Yuan's ancient sword, cut it out with a sword, broke the stone gate, and successfully broke into the treasury.

The national treasury of the Qinglong dynasty extends from the ground to the depth of hundreds of feet, and the internal space is quite wide. As you can imagine, there must have been countless treasures here.

But now, the state treasury is empty and has nothing. It has already been evacuated.

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly, and said to himself, "It seems that I am still one step behind ..."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen developed a sense of alertness and felt the danger. He exhibited space movement at the fastest rate, spanning a distance of dozens of feet, and reached the edge of the treasury.

"boom!"

Just where he stood just now, there was a loud blast, and in secret, you can see the eight dragon shadows appearing and disappearing soon.

The inside of the treasury is a completely enclosed space.

At this moment, in the treasury, there was a force of tumbling mountains and rivers, tumbling like a layer of waves, humming all around the iron walls, and could not calm down for a long time.

"There is actually a Eight Dragon Wusheng hiding in the treasury, which is quite interesting."

Zhang Ruochen was both surprised and happy.

Since there is a Balong Wusheng sitting town, it also shows that there is still a treasure in the treasury and it has not been evacuated.

When the power fluctuations in the treasury calmed down, a tall and thin figure finally appeared.

This man, named Wang Shidao, is a Wu Sheng of the Royal Family of the Qinglong Dynasty. He looks very old, full of silver wire, with a bronze crown on his head, but he does not look like an old dragon bell, but shakes his spirit.

Wang Shidao put one hand behind his back, his eyes locked on Zhang Ruochen's body, and said coldly: "You are not Qing Kong Wusheng at all, who is it?"

"It is indeed a martial arts saint, still a little eyesight." Zhang Ruochen laughed.

Wang Shidao snorted coldly: "The eight dragon shadows on your body are not the original dragon spirit of the Qinglong market, but they have the strength of the Kunlun realm. It is not difficult to see you through the cultivation of this sage. "

Zhang Ruochen's body shook a bit, and the sound of crackling all over his body quickly changed to the original appearance.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes fell on Wang Shidao's back, revealing a strange look.

I saw Wang Shidao carrying a golden bag on his back.

The material of the bag is quite special. It is very similar to the golden satin weaving. It also looks like golden liquid water covers the satin, and it flows slowly.

"There are subtle spatial fluctuations."

Zhang Ruochen can be sure that the golden bag must be a treasure of space.

Not only did a space teleportation appear in the Qinglong dynasty, but a space treasure emerged, making Zhang Ruochen curious, and immediately asked: "Where did you get your golden bag?"

Wang Shidao's expression tightened, revealing a look of precaution, saying: "This is the treasure of the town and the golden light sack of the Qinglong dynasty. Is it possible that you, the demon outside of the realm, can touch your fingers?"

"Eight poles."

Wang Shidao's hands drew a circle. In the center of the circle, eight black dragon shadows appeared, turned into eight lightnings, and flew towards Zhang Ruochen.

The Eight Dragon Wusheng is indeed quite powerful, but Zhang Ruochen has no fear. He constantly mobilizes the holy spirit in his body, and then shoots with both palms at the same time.

"Dragon Elephant Furnace."

As Zhang Ruochen punched out the palm print, a red-gold flame emerged from the back, filling the treasury in an instant.

The space where the treasury is located has turned into a burning copper furnace. Semi-sacred monks broke into it, and if they couldn't hold their breath for a while, they would be burned to death.

"Boom."

The two forces collided together, forming a powerful wave of force, and rushed out to the four sides.

All four iron walls of the state treasury were recorded with the inscriptions of matrix formations, which resisted this force. Otherwise, most of the holy mountains had collapsed.

The two continued to confront each other and scored dozens of blows in a row.

All of the moves they performed were the most violent strengths. Intersecting their fists and striving hard, they were stronger than anyone else.

After a short while, the two separated.

Wang Shidao was sweating and panting, the skin of the two fists cracked open, overflowed with crimson blood, stared at the man outside the area in shock, and said, "How is it possible that you are only in the ninth-order semi-holy state? How could it be possible to block the power of this saint? "

Wang Shidao is more than 300 years old, and his cultivation is indeed quite profound. The martial arts displayed have also reached the realm, but they are old, their blood is declining, and their physical strength and endurance are decreasing.

After dozens of blows, a tired look appeared.

Zhang Ruochen was still full of energy, standing straight across from Wang Shidao, saying: "At your age, it is quite amazing to be able to block so many hits."

Hearing this, Wang Shidao did not feel glory, but felt that Zhang Ruochen was humiliating him.

There is only a ninth-order semi-sacred saint, and he dared to speak to an eight dragon martial saint in this way. Wang Shidao was naturally very angry and yelled, "Boy, you must be crazy, this saint will destroy you now."

"Immortal Mark."

Wang Shidao's body swelled, and his hands gave out a strange seal.

Under his feet, a black circular light imprint with a diameter of ten feet appeared, with eight dragon shadows embracing the light imprint, making a loud dragon groan.

The power fluctuations on Wang Shidao became more and more powerful, which caused some pressure on Zhang Ruochen.

"Your mark, you can't drop the magic."

Zhang Ruochen's expression was still quite calm. He didn't step back, but strode forward. His five fingers formed a palm print, and he sang with a loud voice: "Seven wise blood palm ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ A **** shadow with twelve wings, Behind him slowly stood up, tall, gaunt, and exuding an astonishment.

That was the phantom of Hades.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen smacked out with a single palm, condensing into a huge palm print.

The blood red shadow also hit with a palm, colliding with the magical magic mark formed by Wang Shidao, and the magical magic mark was broken in an instant.

"puff!"

Wang Shidaokou spit blood and flew out, hitting the iron wall heavily, like a piece of paper, slowly falling down from the iron wall, leaving only a blood-red mark.

Zhang Ruochen gathered his palm print and walked over to Wang Shidao.

The sacred body of Wang Shidao became shabby, his head was shattered by more than half, the back of his head completely collapsed, and sacred blood poured out from his body.

A moment later, his breath of life completely disappeared.

When a Wu Sheng was killed, Zhang Ruochen didn't feel guilty or excited, and he seemed calm.

Zhang Ruochen took the golden light bag from Wang Shidao and held it in his hand, revealing a curious look: "It's so easy to see another space treasure, and I don't know what it contains? What special power does this golden light bag have ? "

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