Zhang Ruochen stood in a world of divine realm, with a meandering blood river flowing under his feet, and thousands of **** stars flickered constantly. The space is vast and vast, and the margins cannot be seen.

His body bears two huge divine powers, but he has a very stout body and a dazzling temperament.

"God of War, I want to be the only monk in charge of the Supreme Holy Artifact of the Undead." Zhang Ruochen said.

The God of Blood and Blood is still playing against the God of Blood Yao, without looking at him, saying: "Do you think you are capable and competent?"

"can."

若 Zhang Ruochen said in a firm tone.

Shinto: "The Qitian tribe ranks first among the top ten tribes, and the overall strength is ranked first. The sword prison emperor is ranked first among all monks. In this case, why not choose the gods of the undead blood tribe? And choose you? "

"Huangtian tribe is the top ten tribes and has the top three overall strengths. After the wind, the repair is not necessarily weaker than the sword prison emperor, but she is the candidate of the goddess. Clan fight for benefits. Why don't the gods choose her, but you? "

Zhang Ruochen replied calmly and said, "This time the Qitian feast, the overall strength of the Qitian tribe may not still be ranked first. The strength of the sword prison emperor may not be able to beat me. After the wind wants to seize the position of goddess , I can help her. "

The blood of the God of Blood and Death, finally stared at Zhang Ruochen and said, "Do you think you are better than the sword prisoner?"

Those eyes, like ancient stars, are both bright and endlessly mysterious. The seemingly calm eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Zhang Ruochen's soul, seeing through all his secrets at a glance.

In the face of the peerless God of War in Megatron Heaven and Hell, Zhang Ruochen was calm and calm, without a trace of confusion.

Slowly, Zhang Ruochen raised his arms, both hands were in the form of palm prints.

At the moment of raising his arms, three dragon souls and three elephant souls appeared on his left and right sides. The dragon soul is thousands of miles long, and the elephant soul sits and lies like a mountain of god, all exhaling the breath of a thousand questions.

At the same time, the blood river under Zhang Ruochen's feet stopped flowing, and blood trees, blood vines, and blood flowers blossomed in the river.

He Xueyao saw what was happening, and in his eyes, a splendid expression emerged, and a faint sound came from his mouth.

"Hum."

Zhang Ruochen struck with a single palm, and the three dragons and three elephants' spirits leaped up, or they reached out their claws, or stepped out of the elephant's legs, combined with his palm print, and slapped against the blood-streaking God of God and the blood-yao **** And go.

He is not a god, but dares to shoot at the god.

He needs to have a heart against God.

It's a pity that the slap of such a horrifying ghost and god, before it reached the two gods, was shattered by an invisible **** on them and disappeared invisible.

Zhang Ruochen is not discouraged. This palm is intended to show the two gods his determination and to show his current strength.

In the eyes of the Blood God of War, there was a flash of satisfaction, saying: "Since you have such strength, this seat has enough confidence to persuade the gods of the undead blood tribe to let you replace the sword and the emperor. Location. Go! "

Zhang Ruochen clenched his fists in both hands, bowed slightly, and left the world of Divine Realm.

The God of Blood Yao sighed long and said, "He has integrated the five elements of wood, beginning to take the shape of the second-class sage. It is only a little bit away from the true second-class sage. It ’s not to practice the main path, It's a freak to be able to fuse the divine to such a height. "

He Xuezhe God of War reached: "Actually, it is already regarded as the second grade of sacredness. However, his sacredness is not complete enough to maintain a balanced state, so it is a little bit worse."

"Is there no solution?"

"Have."

Xunxue Shinto Shinto: "By combining all the Taoist, Boxing, and the Five Elements, you can achieve perfection, and it is a great perfection that fits the world."

Xun Xueyao shook his head gently and did not feel that Zhang Ruochen's path could be successful.

"He has merged four kinds of sacred meanings. If so, he can fuse kendo at this time. He will be able to cultivate one kind of top-notch sacred meaning. Although this road is difficult to take, it has a chance of success. Why didn't you tell him and let him try? "Asked Xue Yao.

The blood of God of Blood Extreme Shen Shen Ning, said: "During the period of retreat, he did not realize the sword, nor did he practice the way of space and time, but only the enlightenment of the Five Elements. It was to strengthen his determination and take a wreck. The way. Why not let him give it a try? "

He Xueyao did not continue to say more about this matter, anyway, Zhang Ruochen was not his grandson.

"Zhang Ruochen wants to take control of the Supreme Sacred Artifact, he will definitely be opposed by the entire undead blood tribe and the undead temple. Are you really going to convince those old stubborn?"

"Not to persuade them, but to force them to be convinced by their strength. This time, my tribe of the blood, three great conquests, and a peerless saint who cultivated the second-class sage. clothes."

The blood-streaking **** of war has sharp eyes and falls heavily.

Hanhai Manor.

Zhang Ruochen is sitting with Emperor Yu, Gu Chenzi, Yi Xuan Dasheng, and Blood Weeping Dasheng, and is discussing the layout of the hunting feast.

The demons came over, and handed an invitation post to Zhang Ruochen.

的 Since the news that Emperor Yu defeated Shen Nansheng spread, both Zhang Ruochen and Emperor Yu received a lot of invitations and worship posts. After all, Emperor Yu broke through the Baihai Realm in Hanhai Mansion.

The Hanhai Manor has been given legendary color.

Emperor Yun Yu broke through here, Princess Luo Yan retreat here, and the shadowless fairy in heaven lived here. Each of them was brilliant, and was the object of countless monks' discussions. They gathered together, which made it difficult for Hanhai Manor to fail to become famous.

After reading the post, Zhang Ruochen said, "It is an invitation post after the wind, inviting me and the Emperor Yu to participate in the tonight's top ten tribal banquet hosted by the Huangtian tribe."

"No, even if we ask, we will not."

The sacrifice of the Great Saint of Xuan Yixuan has not faded, and he is still worried about the last ten tribes night banquet.

He sighed with blood, crying, and said, "With the strength of our blood-clan tribe now, we don't need to join forces with their nine clans, and we can call the wind and rain at the hunting feast."

Zhang Ruochen stared at Gu Chenzi and asked, "What do you think?"

I was present, Gu Chenzi was the calmest.

Gu Chenzi said: "The banquet for the sky is imminent. At this time after the wind, the important people of the ten tribes are invited to attend. It must be to formulate the final strategy for the layout of the banquet. At the same time, the person in charge of the supreme holy implement , It should be decided. "

"I don't agree with you. I think the Blood Tribe has to join forces with the other nine tribes. This is a clash between clan and clans. It is still too thin for us to rely on the strength of a few of us. . The hunting feast is so important that we can't be emotional. "

Zhang Ruochen said: "I agree with Gu Chenzi's point of view. Tonight's dinner, representatives of the Blood Heaven clan must go. Moreover, they must be strong enough to deter them. The face that should be recovered must be found. This The matter is left to the Emperor Yu. Yi Xuan Dasheng and Gu Chenzi continue to hide their strength. The two of you are the two cards of our **** tribe. "

"What do you mean, don't you go?"

In the eyes of Huang Yuhuang, a strange color emerged.

Zhang Ruochen looked up and looked at the vast sky, saying, "Tonight, I have to go to another place to make an appointment, I have to go."

The tone is intriguing.

Uh ...

After night.

Nine Dragon Souls, pulling a golden car, walked out of Hanhai Manor.

It is Zhang Ruochen's frame, Jiulong 辇.

The driver is the Blood Weeping Great Saint.

During the period of retreat in the Seven-Star Emperor's Palace, the cultivation of the Blood Weeping Great Saint has made rapid progress and has broken seventy-two shackles, becoming the top master in the hundred realms.

However, he couldn't afford to buy the **** stone of Shenyou Dan and the blood, and owed Zhang Ruochen a huge debt.

I have no choice but to help Zhang Ruochen to do things and pay them back slowly.

In the dragon dragon, Zhang Ruochen was sitting on a golden carved jade couch, with a tall and straight figure, pressing his palm against the back of Xi Xi's snow-white jade, pulling out a ray of masculinity from her body.

Xi Xi, like a white civet cat, was soft and sitting on his lap, exhaling breathless.

Half of the dress slipped to the ground, exposing a large area of ​​creamy skin. Two white peaks and peaks of the chest were completely pressed against Zhang Ruochen's chest. The two slender jade / legs were branched off on both sides and gently shaken. .

During the decades of retreat, every time Zhang Ruochen went all out to consolidate the divine will and try to integrate the divine will, she would first transfer some masculinity into her body and save it with her special constitution to avoid being disturbed.

After regaining the masculine qi, Zhang Ruochen held up Xixi, whose sweat was soft like spring mud, and put her on the bed, covered with a soft quilt, covering the jade body that was breathtakingly beautiful.

Xi Xi's long black hair, covered with sweat, and a weak voice said, "How long will you still torture me?"

Zhang Ruochen said, "Don't want to go on any longer?"

Huang Xi's eyes were a little blank, saying: "I have paid enough for the things I have done. But before, you can't blame me completely. We are the masters of those things. You are involuntary, and I am the same. Involuntarily. "

Zhang Ruochen dressed his white robes neatly and fastened his belt. He said, "I can't blame you completely."

"But you turned me into a furnace for your cultivation." Xi Xi's eyes were red, dreary and pity, the white shoulders exposed outside the quilt, trembling gently.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Fifteen years ago, I told you that if you want to leave, you can leave at any time. It is your choice to stay. When you first stayed in the harem of the Seven-Star Emperor Palace, I also gave you a choice. It is the woman you choose to be my own. "

"In the **** world, I have no other choice. You let me go, where can I go?" Xi Xi almost shed tears.

Zhang Ruochen turned his back without facing her eyes, and said, "In Hell, I have no other choice. You, at least, can choose to stay with me. Am I not bad for you?"

"Don't think about it so much. Now that you have come to hell, try your best to cultivate. The shame and grievance you have now will be your greatest motivation. You have endured it for decades. Why not continue to endure it? If you have a strong future You can come and kill me. "

Jiulong 辇 enters the center of Han page sanctuary and drives to Jiayin District.

Two monks in black robes were already waiting there.

Under their leadership, Zhang Ruochen and Blood Weeping Dasheng entered the city, came outside a magnificent palace, and walked up the stairs.

The blood-weeping Dasheng's face was unnatural, and he said, "Jiayin District is where the Yan Luo monks live. Are you sure we haven't come to the wrong place?"

"Do you need such a fuss?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The Bloody Weeping Great Holy Path: "In general, before the hunting feast, the major forces of the ten ethnic groups frequently held events and banquets, and even invited monks from other ethnic groups to participate and take the opportunity to explore their strength."

"However, although the Yan Luo tribe is the first in the Tiantian feast each time, they do not attach much importance to the Tiantian feast, and rarely invite other monks before the feast."

Zhang Ruochen said: "If the undead blood tribe takes first place every time, the emphasis on the hunting feast will also drop a lot."

At this time, Yan Wushen's laughter sounded in the palace: "If Brother Chen's words are bad, the Yan Luo people don't despise the hunting feast because of their strong self-reliance, but because the various events and banquets are really boring. It ’s better to spend more time with that energy. "

In the eyes of the **** weeping Dasheng, a look of horror appeared, looking at Zhang Ruochen, and found that there was something strange on his face.

Just now, both of them communicated with spiritual force, but Yan Wushen learned.

How can I not be surprised?

Zhang Ruochen strode into the palace, and he yelled, "I have heard long ago that before the Brother Wulun entered the battlefield of Kunlun merits, he was already a great spiritual force. Originally, I thought that if you could reach the sixty-first stage, you would already be very Awesome. But now I realize that you are far underestimated. "

For decades after the retreat, Zhang Ruochen's mental strength has made a huge breakthrough, reaching the peak of the sixty-first stage.

Wu Yan could hear his mental power transmission, and his mental power reached at least sixty-two or even higher levels.

The Great Blood Weeping Great Saint originally wanted to follow him into the palace, but was stopped by a monk guarding the palace gate. "The High Lord invited only the Great Saint, and the rest of the monks please wait outside the palace."

"What do you mean? With the revision of this Saint-Hermitage Realm, ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ has not entered the gate of the palace?" Said the blood-weeping Dasheng angrily.

The Yan Luo monk said, "If Dachen can step in, it is because his cultivation is strong. As for you, even if I don't stop you, you can't go in."

"This saint is not good, just a door."

After Shu Xiu made a rapid progress, the self-confidence of the Blood Weeping Dasheng soared, and he stepped forward. However, before his feet landed, he entered a chaotic space and was lost in it.

阙 This palace is covered with space inscriptions.

Each step has a space trap, which is a huge test for any monk who breaks into it.

After Zhang Ruochen entered the palace, he saw that Yan Wushen was sitting alone on the ground in the center of the hall. In front of him was a long red copper table case with a pot of wine and two wine glasses.

Besides that, there is nothing else.

Simple.

It's a little embarrassingly simple, it doesn't seem to invite important guests.

After stepping through the space traps, Zhang Ruochen walked calmly, walked to the table case, stared at the opposite Yan Wushen, and said, "After coming to the realm of destiny, I have been waiting for you to go out and finally meet again. I return Have you received your battle books? This palace is beautifully furnished, will not be the battlefield of your choice? "...

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