Zhang Ruochen's mood has become extremely complicated and heavy. I don't know how to choose. Can he kill the monks in the heaven court?

Among the monks in the heaven court, there must be no monks in the Kunlun world and the Guanghan world who once fought together, but now they are facing each other.

"Don't you think about it? Would you like me to help you formulate a strategy?" Said Xi Di, the empress.

Zhiyuan Blood Emperor drank a glass of wine, domineeringly said: "Why is it so complicated? In my opinion, as long as there is a chance, it can completely steal the black hands and **** them all the results. As long as they don't kill them, also It's not a foul. "

"It makes sense to do it this way. In the previous sessions of the hunting feast, other ethnic groups have not dealt with us, especially the ghost clan, targeting our blood-clan tribe, otherwise, how would we bottom out several times in a row? "Yixuan Great Holy Road.

Zhiyuan Blood Emperor sneered coldly: "It's not because the ghost master has suffered in the hands of God of War. He doesn't want God of War, he can only target us at the hunting feast. This time, the seventh son of the ghost master, hey, Should also participate. "

"You guys are really useless. The Blood Celestial Tribe finally found an extraordinary cosmic realm and dispatched you to explore it. As a result, you were first taken by the army to take the biggest chance, and the Blood Celestial Tribe suffered heavy losses."

Speaking of the seventh son of the ghost master, Zhiyuan Blood Emperor was out of breath, and he wished to take his own shot and teach him something badly.

"Don't face the despicable and shameless **** in front of me. Behind me, steal my chance and damage the blood tribe's face. If I can get the chance, I must blast his ghost." Yi Xuan Da Sheng Nu Sound channel.

Ten years ago, in the secret realm of the universe, the shame was calculated, and it was a shame and shame to Yi Xuan Dasheng and many other monks in the Blood Heaven tribe.

It was a cosmic mystery discovered by their blood-clan tribe, but it turned out to be perfect, and was severely pitted.

This matter has not been joked by the monks of the remaining nine tribes of the undead.

Tu Yan Dasheng shook his head and said, "You want to blast his ghost, I'm afraid it's not so easy. Not long ago, I was outside the Kunlun realm, showing the great strength of Baiyue Realm, which was a great hit in the cold world. One of the top 100 sacred world saints, shattering the source and capturing it, is now in the limelight. "

"At that time, he was not as good as me. He was so fast that he reached the great consummation of the Baiyun Realm. It must be because the opportunities in the cosmic realm are really abominable." Yi Xuan Dasheng became more angry.

If he can get the chance in the cosmic realm, he must have already reached the perfection of the Baiyun Realm, and then he will break through to the thousands of realms, and it will be easy.

Zhang Ruochen was still thinking about the hunting feast, and when he heard the words of Tu Yan, he felt a little shocked.

Unexpectedly, in the **** world, I heard news related to the Guanghan world so quickly.

Unfortunately, this is very bad news.

The strength of the Guanghan Realm is the bottom of the heavens and the realm. The total number of saints is less than a hundred. Now being trapped by a hellworld sacred saint will be a great blow.

This is the war. No one can predict what will happen next.

Zhang Ruochen wanted to change all of this, but couldn't help it. He had become a great saint, but still felt that he was extremely small and could do too few things.

Soon, Zhang Ruochen's thoughts were drawn back to the hunting feast.

Obviously it was a feast once every millennium, but it made him feel that **** was deliberately testing him, as if fate had already arranged everything.

Knowing the truth of the hunting feast, Zhang Ruochen had a heavy heart and didn't want to hear what Muyang Tianjun was talking about.

"You guys, I have something important to say, leave first."

Zhang Ruochen looked dignified, got up from his seat, and walked out.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Mu Yang Tianjun and others couldn't help but show different colors, some puzzled Zhang Ruochen's actions.

Zhiyuan Blood Emperor frowned slightly, revealing the dissatisfaction, they kindly invited Zhang Ruochen over, and as a result, Zhang Ruochen left without saying a word, but some people were blind.

"Zhang ..."

Zhiyuan Xuedi tried to call Zhang Ruochen, but was stopped by Muyang Tianjun.

Mu Yang Tianjun can see that Zhang Ruochen has a serious mind and has no intention to communicate with them, leaving him without any meaning. It is also normal to think about it. After all, Zhang Ruochen was once a monk in the heaven world, and I am still thinking of the old feelings.

Perhaps before that, he didn't know at all that the hunting party was hunting prisoners from all walks of life in heaven.

The psychological impact on him should be great.

Can you bravely face all this, depending on whether Zhang Ruochen has the courage?

Out of the courtyard, Zhang Ruochen stood under a sacred tree exuding a wonderful fragrance.

This is a tree of blood cries, which is grown by pouring a lot of blood. Although it has a wonderful fragrance, it also exudes a terrible killing atmosphere.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the trunk and remained silent for a long time, and whispered, "Mother, must I attend the hunting feast?"

As soon as the words fell, the blood cried on the tree, and a leaf fell and fell into his hands.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the leaves in the palm, and saw that there was a scarlet text on the leaves—

Yes!

The simplest answer.

Even after the blood was unwilling to show the divine avatar, come to see him in person.

The more so, the more clear Zhang Ruochen is, how big this matter is.

"I understand!"

Zhang Ruochen nodded silently, the palm leaves turned into a mist of blood, dissipated and opened.

Just as he was about to leave, a gleam of blood dripped from the Blood Crying Tree, condensing a marvelous figure.

It is Pluto.

Pluto bears his hands and stares at Zhang Ruochen, saying: "If you feel that you can't do it, you can choose not to. But in the future, you will not be able to do anything in the world of hell. Maybe in the bloodless family, your mother can shelter you. , You will never be able to leave the bleeding family. Do you understand what I mean? "

Hearing that, Zhang Ruochen was in deep thought.

He said that Pluto has actually thought of what he is in.

Whether he is willing to admit it or not, from the moment he decides to enter the **** world, the heavenly world can no longer go back. If he can no longer stand in the **** world, perhaps, the size of the heavens and earth is really no place for him.

In fact, before asking the question after bleeding just now, Zhang Ruochen had a decision in mind.

In any case, he will go to the hunting feast.

However, although the decision had been made, Zhang Ruochen's mood still felt very depressed, and he was so depressed that he was almost out of breath.

Entering the **** world and becoming a member of the **** world are two completely different concepts.

"I know what to do." Zhang Ruochen replied calmly.

After hearing this answer, Pluto could not help coming forward, and reached out and patted Ruo Chen's shoulder, and smiled, "You are a wise man, don't let me down. You will use Kendo as your main path, right?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't know why Pluto asked such a question suddenly, but still answered seriously: "It's one of the majors in the Cause."

"Okay! Let's take a look. How about this sword technique?"

With the power of blood, Pluto condensed a blood sword, holding the sword with one hand, the blade body was flush with the ground, and moved slowly. The speed is very slow, but the sword potential contained in it is getting more and more powerful and more powerful, as if it can push the mountains and cut the river.

There is only one style of swordsmanship, which seems extremely simple, but it contains infinite changes. The mystery of it cannot be described by words.

Pluto did not use any rules, nor did he use divine power, but simply practiced swordsmanship, seemingly slow, fast, and completely attracted Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

"This is the kendo mood contained in" The Wordless Sword Book. "

Zhang Ruochen practiced the "No-word Sword Score" to Sword Ten, and he was no stranger to the sword technique on the sword score.

Zhang Ruochen can see that this trick of Pluto is more mysterious than the sword ten he realized, but there is some connection.

It should be a sword move that extends from the sword ten.

No accident, it should be ... Sword Eleven.

"Swordless Book of No Words" is extensive and profound, but it is the sword ancestor's stay. No one except the sword ancestor has fully comprehended thoroughly, and no one knows what kind of Kendo realm the sword ancestor has reached.

After the Middle Ages, in the eyes of monks in the Kunlun realm, sword ten was almost the ultimate practice of "No-word Sword Book". Few follow-up cultivation experiences have been passed down, and no one can reach such a state.

Pluto closed his sword and asked, "Did you see clearly?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded slightly.

The sword move is very simple. It is a one-shot move that any monk should be able to see clearly.

"Very, how much do you realize?" Pluto asked again.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Half a minute!"

"Very good! Just one exercise, you can realize half points, really good. With these half points, you can be considered as a threshold, and have a direction of enlightenment. Next, it depends on your own understanding. Take this You can come to me again if you have done it. "

Leaving this sentence, Pluto's figure dissipated as if he never appeared.

Zhang Ruochen stood there for a long time, exhaling deeply, then turned and left.

He did not return to Hanhai Bieyuan again. He had no mood to ask about the matter over there.

Back in his own garden, Zhang Ruochen was about to enter, but suddenly found a strange mark on the ground in front of the door.

It was a sword mark.

It is four feet long and three inches wide. The sword body is irregular and rectangular.

"Who keeps the seal of the towering sword?"

In the eyes of Zhang Ruochen, a touch of surprise appeared.

In the world of hell, the monks who can draw the monstrous sword can only be Kunlun.

As far as Zhang Ruochen knows, there are only a handful of monks in the Kunlun realm in the **** world, is it Prajna? Xuan Yuan Sword Master? Or someone else?

What does it mean to leave the imprint of the towering sword?

"Monstrous sword ..."

Zhang Ruochen carefully observed the sword marks on the ground, and soon found that the sword tip and the gate of Bieyuan were neither perpendicular nor parallel, but at an oblique angle, which seemed to be intentional.

After a moment's thinking, Zhang Ruochen released a mental power idea, turned into a mental power clone, and flew in the direction pointed by the sword.

The speed of Zhang Ruochen's mental power avatar was extremely fast, and he flew out of the blood to the family and reached the ancient city of Tianlin.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared on a very wide street.

This street is horizontal with the direction pointed by the sword.

The buildings on both sides of the street are extremely prosperous, and there are endless stream of monks from Hell.

Zhang Ruochen walked along the street, secretly, giving birth to a very delicate induction, seemingly being peeped.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen raised his head, and as far as he could see, a charming and enchanting woman was standing in the center of the street, standing against the flow of people, and walking towards him.

Prior to this, he did not discover the presence of charming women, as if they appeared out of thin air.

In a blink of an eye, the charming woman came to Zhang Ruochen and did not speak, but she showed the smile of upside-down sentient beings, turned her hands to take out a lightly bead, twisted it between her fingers, and put it in his hand.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen felt that the whole world had undergone a fundamental change. The monks on the streets disappeared, leaving him alone.

Obviously still standing on the street, but it feels like being in a void, unable to perceive the existence of heaven and earth rules and heaven and earth sacredness, and the heavens are completely covered up.

In this case, the connection between Zhang Ruochen and the body was completely cut off.

Just then, Zhang Ruochen felt that someone reached out and patted his shoulder.

Suddenly, the street under Zhang Ruochen disappeared, and a dark abyss appeared. He was completely out of control and fell straight down.

How long the arrangement passed, Zhang Ruochen was able to stand still again.

However, at this moment he is no longer on the street, but in a very simple and elegantly furnished room.

As soon as he looked up, Zhang Ruochen saw a figure of Zoran, with his hands on his back, and a gentle smile on his face.

"Master."

Zhang Ruochen froze, his heartbeat seemed to stop, and then he was excited.

You know, not long ago, Zhang Ruochen was still letting blood slaughter to find the whereabouts of Xuan Yuan Sword Master. Where did you think that you could see Xuan Yuan Sword Master in the **** tribal world so quickly?

Xuan Yuan Sword Master laughed: "If Chen, it is not easy to meet you in the **** world. The blood must be a family, a family of three true gods, and no master dares to come."

"Master, however, lacked courage, and would not have risked the world, and saved me from trillions of hands."

Zhang Ruochen hurried forward and bowed down to Xuan Yuan Jian Sheng. "The disciples meet with Master."

No matter what realm Xiu reached, Zhang Ruochen didn't dare to forget the teacher.

"There is no need for you to be so courteous between you and us." Xuan Yuan Jiansheng reached out and lifted Zhang Ruochen up.

Zhang Ruochen straightened his body and asked, "Master came to see the disciples in the Blood Tribal World?"

Xuan Yuan Jiansheng nodded and said: "I learned that you have come to the **** world for my teacher, and immediately rushed over, and wanted to meet you, but I never found a suitable opportunity. Today happened to coincide with the bloodless family to hold a celebratory party , As a teacher, he becomes an undead monk, enters the **** family, and leaves a monstrous sword mark outside your residence. "

"You are now in a special status, but you are a teacher who is afraid to come into contact with you in the **** family, and can only lead you to the ancient city of Tianlin to avoid being noticed by the gods."

Zhang Ruochen understands that if Xuan Yuan Swordmaster is not so cautious, I'm afraid that he has already been exposed.

After all, Xuan Yuan Sword Master is different from him. He has the identity of an undead blood, and can live in the **** world with integrity.

Once Ke Xuan Jian Sword is exposed, the situation will be very dangerous. Hellworld will never allow monks with Kunlun world to lurk in hellworld.

"Master, are you okay in **** these years?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Xuan Yuan Jiansheng was silent for a moment, shook his head and smiled, and said, "What's good, what's bad? It's not dead yet, it's good. Forget it, don't talk about it. It's you, you should have had a hard time, I already know that I ca n’t do it for you! "

Although he is in the world of hell, Xuan Yuan Sword Master has been watching the news about Zhang Ruochen. Starting from the merit battlefield of the ancestral spirit world, Xuan Yuan Sword Master almost knows what happened to him.

"Master, I'm sorry, the disciples failed to save Brother Two, Brother Three and Brother Five, and watched them tragically die in front of them."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen lowered his head, and boundless guilt appeared in his eyes. He had already let go of this, but when he saw Xuan Yuan Sword Master, he couldn't help but think again.

The first scene seemed to be in front of me.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's heart became sour and bitter.

The deaths of Zhu Hongtao, Wan Ke, and others were always painful to him.

Xuan Yuan Jiansheng sighed lightly, patted his shoulder, and said, "That's not your fault. You don't have to blame yourself. You never blame you as a teacher, and no one will blame you. You have not avenged them. ?"

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But until now ...

It is impossible to say that it is not sad.

Xuan Yuan Jiansheng's eyes turned red, but he actively took out a smile, looked at him carefully, and smiled, "A few years, you have become a great saint. You are optimistic about it, and you did not disappoint your teacher. "

Xuan Yuan Jian Sheng has no children. In his eyes, Zhang Ruochen is like his child.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's current achievement, he has only full of joy.

"Master should take such a big risk and contact me. Is there anything important?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Xuan Yuan Sword Saint stayed in the **** world, and did not return to Kunlun with Han Xue, which has always puzzled Zhang Ruochen. Why wait so long in such a dangerous place?