The vast majority of the Zhang clan immediately bowed down to worship after entering the tomb, both because they felt the vast and holy breath of the holy spirit, and because they saw the continuous grave of the holy holy grave, which was deeply shocked in their hearts. , The soul shivered involuntarily.

Even Zhang Ruochen felt very shocked when he first came in, not to mention the fact that these Zhang clan members have been lowered a lot.

That is to say, to achieve a small number of people above the sanctuary, they are still a little calm and not too guilty.

The old man came over from one side, glanced at King Mingjiang and others, and immediately shook his head.

"Just a few people, and the quality is so poor. Do you deserve the ancestors of the Zhang family?"

King Ming Jiang turned his head to look at the old man, and frowned slightly, apparently a little displeased. No matter what the Zhang family was like, it was impossible for outsiders to talk about it.

However, because he couldn't see through the old man, Wang Mingjiang didn't dare to attack suddenly, so he asked with a low voice, "Who is your Excellency? Can you be old with my Zhang family?"

The old man glanced at King Mingjiang and said lightly, "My husband is your ancestor."

Hearing this, Wang Mingjiang was immediately angry!

How could he be so insulted by his divine nine-step holy king?

"The King is the direct descendant of the Zhang family's most pure blood. The last brother of the last Emperor Ming, you speak too presumptuously."

During the conversation, Ming Jiang Wang directly stretched out a hand, reduced to the size of a grinding disc, and patted it directly at the old man.

"Well."

Just then, Zhang Ruochen emerged out of thin air, blocking Ming Jiang's attack.

"Uncle Twelve, what happened?" Zhang Ruochen asked in confusion.

He had just sent away those people who had not been recognized, but for a moment, how could King Mingjiang fight with the old man?

King Mingjiang desperately suppressed his anger, and said, "If this dust, this old guy who doesn't know where to come from is really deceiving people too much. Not only does he despise me, but also my ancestor, how can I spare him? "

Hearing that Zhang Ruochen's heart was suddenly stunned. With the old man's nature, it's really easy to get mad, and he has really experienced it.

Reaching out and rubbing his temples, Zhang Ruochen could not help spreading his voice through the spirit, saying: "Uncle Twelve, he is really a living ancestor of our Zhang family. He survived the 100,000 years of calamity, for some reason, It is a secret to wake up in this life, don't tell others. "

Upon hearing these words, Ming Jiang's expression suddenly became very exciting. He stared at the old man with wide eyes, and there was a roar in his head, and some reactions could not be reached.

He never thought that the skinny old man in front of him would be an ancient ancestor of their Zhang family for 100,000 years.

Over the 100,000 years, Wang Mingjiang could not imagine how the other party survived.

It doesn't look like it!

It took a long time for King Mingjiang to calm down and all his anger was gone. He didn't doubt what Zhang Ruochen said.

"If Chen Chen, what is the strength of this senior?" Mingjiang Wang asked secretly.

Zhang Ruochen's voice replied: "It is very strong, at least the great sacred realm, so he can only stay in this sacred land of awakening. Once he goes out, he will be found by the angel patrolman."

Hearing that Wang Mingjiang couldn't help but feel a great shock, and then he was very excited. In any case, it is always a good thing for the Zhang family to have a great sage-level strongman.

"The cultivation of the realm of the realm is still alive, and the descendants of the reproduction should not be too bad. Hurry up and marry some beautiful wives, and help the Zhang family to open up branches and leaves." Said.

For his own emperor, Zhang Ruochen is very generous, providing him with many precious cultivation resources, and the qualifications of Wang Mingjiang itself are not bad. Therefore, in the process of this retreat, Xiu Chen broke through to the Tao. Realm.

Being able to cultivate the sphere means that Ming Jiang Wang has a definite hope that he can enter the Great Holy Land in the future.

King Ming Jiang's face was full of stunned expressions. I didn't expect that the old man would say such a thing.

Counting the time, Ming Jiang Wang has lived for thousands of years, had five wives, and gave birth to more than ten children. Unfortunately, those wives have not cultivated well and have passed away one after another. Now there is no one accompanying him. Around.

Even of the dozen or so children of King Mingjiang, most of them are no longer alive, only three remain, two of which are sacred and one is sacred.

In the past three hundred years, King Ming Jiang had been alone, and had no longer thought of marrying a wife.

Zhang Ruochen was a little speechless. I felt that the old man was embarrassed, and what he thought in his mind was only to breed offspring.

However, this time the old man finally changed a person, not to say such words to him, Zhang Ruochen was inexplicably grateful.

Just thinking, the old man continued: "For the nine-step sage king in the realm of the realm, your age is in its prime, and the progeny will inherit your blood perfectly. Although your blood is not as good as Zhang Ruochen, but also It's not bad. Just look for a combination of women who have cultivated in the holy realm, and the offspring of reproduction will not be too bad. It is impossible to say that some real geniuses can be born. "

"Now the blood of the Zhang family is dying. As one of Zhang's powerful kings, he should shoulder the responsibility of growing his family. Otherwise, even if the Zhang family makes a lot of preparations, it will be difficult to revive."

"The old man has set a new rule here. The males of the Zhang family must reproduce at least a hundred offspring if they want to practice above the holy realm."

The old man was serious, not at all joking.

After hearing these words, everyone present could not help but show very weird expressions, looking at each other, and most of them were still confused.

Zhang Ruochen was speechless to the extreme, and he really didn't know what to say. Even such a rule could be established. He really didn't admire it.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen thought of something, turned over and took out a space jade bottle, and handed it to the old man.

"There are a lot of springs of life in it, which can purify the evil spirit of death. I think you can wait for your elderly to take care of your body and work hard."

With the growth of the seedlings of the sacred tree, especially after recovering the former trunk, more and more springs of life have emerged, converging into a pond.

After hearing the words, the old man's eyes suddenly flashed, and he quickly reached out to take over the space jade bottle, and said, "If you have such a good thing, why don't you take it out earlier."

In other words, the old man directly lifted the space jade bottle and gurgles the fountain of life into the entrance, which can't wait.

In the blink of an eye, the old man drank the fountain of life in the space jade bottle, and stretched out his hand: "This is not enough, ten more bottles and eight more bottles."

"Do you think this is river water? I will give you two more bottles at most." Zhang Ruochen did not feel good.

The bottle of life in the bottle just now is definitely not small, accounting for one tenth of the total.

If it weren't for this old guy, it is likely to be the ancestor of the Zhang family, and he was arrogant. How could he take out so many springs of life and resolve the evil spirit of death in his body?

As for the sky **** tree, Zhang Ruochen does not intend to expose it for the time being.

After all, the identity of this old guy has not been completely determined, and the repair is unfathomable, what if he takes a shot?

Treasures like the heavenly tree are enough to cause brothers to stare at each other, and the father and son are separated, so it is natural to treat them with caution.

The old man pouted and said, "What are you doing so stingy? Forget it, just two bottles. Get them out quickly."

Zhang Ruochen also rarely quarreled with him. He was very crisp, and took out two bottles of the fountain of life.

The remaining fountain of life can no longer be used, so it must be kept in case it is needed.

After doing this, Zhang Ruochen stopped paying attention to the old man and turned to walk deep into the tomb forest.

Zhang Ruochen ’s practice has reached the realm of the Tao, and no great saints are needed, but understanding the great saints rules on these graves will undoubtedly give him a lot of benefits. Substantial growth.

In order to reach his current level, what Xiu lacks is only accumulation. To find a way to make the number of the rules of the Holy Path reach the limit of the Holy Kingdom, at the same time, try to make the flesh immortal.

These great ancestors of the Zhang family practice all kinds of sacred ways, even including the way of time, the way of space, and the way of truth.

Zhang Ruochen intends to learn more in front of some ancestors' tombs and strengthen his own accumulation.

However, the tomb forest is filled with extremely powerful forces. Even if Zhang Ruochen is the top holy king, there is no way to go too deep. The ancestor tombs he can reach are no more than 500.

"what is that?"

Staring at a big saint, Zhang Ruochen suddenly found something.

Reaching out and grasping, a drop of crystal waterdrops flew out of the Dashengdao fruit.

Zhang Ruochen held the drops of water in his palm, observed it carefully, and then revealed a slight color, saying: "It seems to be composed of a large number of rules of the Cause."

With a little meditation, Zhang Ruochen swallowed this drop of water and then ran the "Jiu Tian Ming Emperor's Sutra" to start refining.

After a moment, Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes and was very surprised: "The rules of the Tao in my body have increased by as much as 100,000."

You know, this is not a great saint fruit, it's just a drop of water on the surface of the great saint fruit, like a drop of dew.

It's too incredible.

When his body moved, Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of another ancestor's tomb, and stared at the big sacred fruit on the top, and he found a drop of water.

Having tasted the sweetness, Zhang Ruochen would not be polite, and took it directly into his hands.

Then, Zhang Ruochen quickly swept through the tomb forest and collected all the dew on the Great Holy Fruit.

Although only five hundred ancestors' tombs could be reached, the dewdrops he collected were not small, adding up to nearly three hundred drops.

"If every drop can increase my 100,000 rules of the Word, then the rules of the Word in my body will be close to 90 million.

In the eyes of Zhang Ruochen, a strong expectation emerged.

Putting away all the Taoist Holy Dew, Zhang Ruochen came to a tomb of the ancestor who was extremely powerful with great Holy Spirit.

Judging from the rules of the Great Saint covered on the grave, it can be judged that the practice of this ancestor has reached the ultimate of the Great Saint-Supreme.

In the outer area of ​​the tomb forest, the strength of this ancestor should be the most arrogant.

"Just retreat here for a while."

Zhang Ruochen whispered and turned his hands to remove the sundial.

Suddenly growing too many rules of the Cause, it is necessary to sort out and avoid any mistakes.

The sundial opens, and time forces enclose dozens of graves around it.

Zhang Ruochen immediately released five holy signs and went to the five tombs of the five ancestors next to him. Only the immovable king holy sign, clinging to the flesh, was responsible for refining the Taoist Holy Dew collected from the Great Taoist Fruit.

It is undoubtedly easier to comprehend the truths of the Causes by learning about the Causes of different great ancestors.

At the same time possessing the advantages of the six holy signs, at this time, fully revealed.

When Zhang Ruochen entered the state, King Mingjiang and others also started to practice in front of the tomb of the Great Saint.

The old man kept watching, but shook his head while watching.

Nearly three hundred Zhang clan people tried in front of the Great Holy Tombs, but in the end, there were only seven people, who could barely conform to the rules of the Great Holy of the Seven Great Holy Tombs, and their minds could withstand the great holy pressure. Shock.

That is to say, only seven people have the foundation for refining the Great Holy Dao, but they must also wait until they reach the level of the Holy King.

Therefore, at this stage, only King Mingjiang and his son who reached the state of the Holy King can meet the conditions for refining the Great Holy Tao.

In addition, the refining of the Great Holy Taoist Fruits cannot immediately break through to the Great Holy Land, and it takes some time to transform.

"If it weren't for the Zhang family's bloodline and those who meet the conditions, I would have to halve it. I didn't expect the old man to have slept for 100,000 years, but the Zhang family hasn't even reached this point."

Right now, there are a lot of great saints in the air, but no one can use them. It really makes people feel helpless.

Those who are not satisfied with the refining of the Great Holy Path, the old man did not drive them out, and practicing in front of the Great Holy Tomb is always good for them, and should allow many of them to enter the holy realm.

After turning his gaze, the old man looked into the depths of the tomb forest, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, saying to himself: "Zhang Ruochen has no choice. It contains the great sacred fruit of the way of time and the way of space. Weird. However, he is also enviable when he has developed the six sacred signs at the same time and has a sundial in hand. "

Despite some doubts, the old man did not intend to ask about this matter. He believed that Zhang Ruochen must have special considerations.

In the blink of an eye, six days passed, and in the area covered by the time force, it took a full six years.

The **** stone inlaid on the sundial turned into ashes, and the power of time disappeared.

However, Zhang Ruochen was still immersed in cultivation and showed no signs of waking up.

After a few days, Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes leisurely, and when his mind flowed, he would release the five major sacred images and reclaim them all.

"The effect of water droplets condensing on the outside of different great saints has different effects. The worst one only increased me by 10,000 rules, and the best one increased me by almost two hundred thousand rules. . The total amount of my rules of the Cause has reached 90 million. "Zhang Ruochen appeared a satisfied smile.

However, many of the fast-growing sacred rules are small rules, with a total of 30 million paths, accounting for more than 30%.

However, even so, the structure of Zhang Ruochen's sacred rule is still perfect, after all, his foundation was very solid.

Putting away the sundial, Zhang Ruochen stood up and set his sights on the great sacred fruit of the inheritance of the Supreme Being.

With a little thought, Zhang Ruochen exhibited the spatial means, and took this great sacred fruit in his hands, and then immediately sent it to the world of Qiankun and soaked in the fountain of life.

As he expected, nourished by the fountain of life, the Great Sacred Taoist Fruit did not undergo changes such as decay, melting, gasification and so on.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen picked a few more great saints, and also preserved them by the fountain of life.

He did not use it himself, but he could use it for others.

Of course, these great sacred truths are the foundation of the Zhang family, and he is unlikely to extract too much.

Respectfully paid three visits to the ancestors' tombs, and Zhang Ruochen turned and walked towards the tomb forest.

"Zhang Ruochen, there is a messenger of yours. The husband just took it from outside Wang Shan." The old man appeared out of thin air, and handed a messenger of runes to Zhang Ruochen with a smile.

When Zhang Ruochen moved in his heart, he faintly guessed, and he couldn't help but reach out and take a look carefully.

The old man asked, "Who is this Nalandaine? How does it look? What does it have to do with you?"

"nothing dealing with you?"

Leaving this sentence, Zhang Ruochen left the tomb forest directly.

The old man couldn't help pouting, and said, "It's really impolite, the old man doesn't have general knowledge with you."

Out of the tomb forest, Zhang Ruochen took the blue sky holy dragon who had initially refined the panlong vine, without any delay, and left Wangshan at the fastest speed.

The light amulet was sent by the talented sage of the holy book, and informed him that Prince Moro of the Raksha tribe re-entered the Kunlun realm and reached the eastern region. The destination was Luoshui for unknown reasons.

"Actually came to the door, are the monks of the Raksha tribe so conceited?" Zhang Ruochen always felt that this matter was strange, but he didn't take it seriously.

Taking Zhang Ruochen's current practice as ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Even if Yan Wushen comes, it may not be a good deal.

The blood debt must be paid in blood, no matter how old the Prince Moro came from, or how many monks he brought, this time he must die.

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Out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements.

In the red dust, there are beautiful people, picturesque poetry and wine talents, the river crosses thousands of sails, and he is just watching for martial arts.

The boundless night, demon-thirsty bloodthirsty, charming fairy concubine, thousands of corpses and thousands of people grave, and he only does what should be done, and adheres to the original heart.

On that day, when he came to the top of the Tianlu Road, he looked at the sky, pointed his finger at the world, and shouted, "I am the Emperor of Heaven, all beings come to worship me."

(End of this chapter)