Zhang Ruochen was too lazy to pay attention to the true and false words in the blood slaughter, saying: "I happen to have one thing and need you to help me. You should have time?"

"It is incumbent on me to work for my brother."

Bloodslap patted his chest. The next moment, his eyes rolled and he whispered, "Danger? I'm just immortal cultivation. It's too dangerous, I'm afraid I can't do it!"

"Not dangerous, just ask me something."

Blood Tu breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "What's the matter?"

"I want to know everything about Jiannan Boundary." Zhang Ruochen said.

A doubtful look emerged from the blood-slayed eyes, saying: "Jiannan Boundary? Among the heavenly kingdoms, is there a big world?"

"No, Jiannan Realm is not the subordinate realm of Heaven, but a big world without the birth of a god. It should now be under the control of a certain force in Hell." Zhang Ruochen said.

The anxiety in Blood Tu's heart was swept away, and he laughed: "I was wondering how I hadn't heard of it. It turned out that there was a weak world without gods. In a world like this, there are so many things in Hell. There is a little thing, I Check it out. "

Just when he was about to leave, he stopped again, and Pi smiled and said without a smile: "Brother, look at me. Anyway, I'm also doing things for you. Don't I go with my bare feet? I can't go barefoot. Right? "

"You like to be naked, just go naked!"

Zhang Ruochen went straight through a layer of invisible light curtain, entered the formation of Hanhai Manor, his body disappeared.

Blood squeezing his fists, he was so furious that he couldn't speak, and finally stomped his feet and rushed to Xinghai World. It seems that the **** stone that has just been deposited has to be taken out.

Zhang Ruochen stepped out of the array again, watching the direction where Blood Slaughter left, and said to the Emperor Da Sen Luo beside him, "Little Sen Luo, follow up quietly and closely monitor him."

"Don't worry, if he dares to play tricks, I will break his leg."

Emperor Omori exhibited a hidden technique, disappeared, and quietly followed.

Zhang Ruochen agreed to the batch of **** slaves to shelter the southern boundary of the sword for 10,000 years.

Although they have already died on the battlefield of Qitian, since they made a commitment, Zhang Ruochen naturally took it to heart and will surely honor it.

Zhang Ruochen opened the sundial again, but did not rush to practice, but found a blood red bead, and took out the bone of Yanhong Dasheng from its inner space.

The body of Yanhong Dasheng is a **** bone. According to legend, he was awakened in the depths of the Three Rivers River. He was killed three times by a Supreme Master and resurrected three times. body.

Her skeletal body is as high as 1,800 miles.

Zhang Ruochen used a space chain to imprison him, and now it looks like the height of a normal human.

Lay her flat on the ground, her body is pink except for her head. The bones are cast like pink jade, crystal clear and exuding a faint light.

Inside the bones, there are vaguely immortal patterns, which are extremely strange and contain incomprehensible Tao rhymes.

Zhang Ruochen's finger touched the bone of her left hand, and immediately she felt an electric shock. In the bones, the divine light emanates from any monk to contact her.

"It's a bit interesting. It's a pink skull that can't be killed by the Supreme Saint. It's really dead and not dead."

Zhang Ruochen can feel that the **** bones on her body are slowly absorbing the dead air between heaven and earth.

The skull of the pink skull was once attacked by Zhang Ruochen with three drops of dark space-time material, and turned into dark black. The immortal patterns in the **** bones have also become very dim.

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes, mobilized his mental strength, and gathered to his fingertips.

One finger, point at the brows of the pink skull.

Spiritual force condensed into an electric shuttle, rushing from her fingertips into the inside of her skull.

Inside the skull, there was a weird area that could not be explored, a gray one. Zhang Ruochen's mental strength had just rushed into the area and was immediately counterattacked by a powerful force.

"boom!"

Zhang Ruochen's fingertips and the pink skull's eyebrows, where they touched, erupted into a wave of light, with powerful strength, and shook Zhang Ruochen back four steps.

"It contains such terrible energy. It seems that the dark spacetime material has not killed the pink skull."

Zhang Ruochen did not dare to continue investigating, holding his chin with his fingers and thinking carefully.

Is the Pink Skull a wise bony monk or an undead god?

if the latter one……

It would be an uncontrollable scourge to keep her by her side.

For the next six months, Zhang Ruochen was studying the immortal pattern on the pink skull and tried to draw on the spirit paper, but all ended in failure.

Those immortal patterns are too complicated and mysterious. The best time, Zhang Ruochen only drew only half of it, the pattern was collapsed and turned into a plume of red smoke.

In the library of the Seven-Star Emperor's Palace, Zhang Ruochen found some records related to the "death pattern".

The so-called immortal pattern is a top-level **** that can be cultivated. The more immortal patterns you cultivate, the more difficult it will be to fight against the Yuanhui, and then you will have a greater chance to live an extra Yuanhui.

The reason why the true **** is difficult to kill is also related to the immortal pattern.

"Forget it, wait until the mental strength rises to the 66th level, then study the immortal pattern!"

The sixty-sixth level of spiritual power is also a big watershed for the Great Holy Spirit. Once attained, the monk can fight against the Qianwenjing saint by virtue of his spiritual power alone.

Moreover, the vitality of the monk has greatly increased, and spiritual power can be integrated into all parts of the body.

Even if the physical body is completely destroyed, the mental power can be immortal.

The queen butterfly in the Qianwen Realm is a sixty-sixth-level spiritual power saint. With strong spiritual power, he can hide his strength and deceive the false **** in the temple of destiny.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to stun the gods, so he didn't go to the Blood God and the Blood God, and sent the pink skull into the world.

In the universe, life is thin.

There, the Pink Skull wants to wake up by absorbing death gas, for fear it will take hundreds or thousands of years. Even if she wakes up, as long as it is not a true god, Zhang Ruochen can suppress her again.

Zhang Ruochen tried to communicate the mark of kendo uprightness left by the Emperor of the Bone Bone on the trunk of the heavenly tree, but this time, her divine thought did not appear.

"Just after the wind died, the whole destiny realm was at the height of the wind, and all the monks in the Invisible Pavilion were hidden, and the emperor should have left. It seems that she can be contacted again only when she is far away from the destiny realm.

Zhang Ruochen withdrew from the world of Qiankun, but the blood slaughter and Emperor Dasen Luo had not yet returned.

So he took out the bronze coffin containing the corpse again and secretly said: "I have exposed almost all of the hole cards in the battle of the sky and the battle with Yan Wushen. If anyone wants to kill me, I must analyze it very thoroughly. Thorough, well prepared, and able to restrain all my tactics. I have to prepare one or two, powerful means nobody knows. "

In the **** world, Zhang Ruochen has a strong sense of crisis.

Therefore, he decided to cultivate God Eaters at all costs.

Putting the copper coffin in the area covered by the sundial, Zhang Ruochen did not immediately fly into the coffin, but tried to use his mental strength to communicate with the sundial.

Communication failed.

There was no way, Zhang Ruochen had to fly into the copper coffin himself, and immediately, the time stamp condensed by the sundial followed him and poured into the vast and incomparable space in the coffin.

Falling on the surface of the **** corpse, Zhang Ruochen first carefully observed the sleeping **** eater.

Later, he found an area free from divine venom and cultivated.

The Blood God of War has pointed out his weaknesses, and Zhang Ruochen knows what he needs to make up for. At present, in addition to breaking the shackles, there are at least two things to do.

First, to cultivate the Word of Truth and strive for ten times more attack power in a shorter time when fighting the enemy.

Second, let the yin, yang and the five elements of sacredness be combined with the sacred art of the thousand questions.

The second thing is the top priority.

Although the yin-yang five-element sacredness is strong, so far, Zhang Ruochen has not been able to incorporate it into the holy art and use and exert it as he wishes. Only, simply use the divine will to launch the attack alone.

To cultivate the perfect Yin-Yang-Five Elements sage, it is obviously necessary to integrate it into the Holy Art first, and to gain a deep understanding of it through battle after battle.

"Dragon-like Prajna Palm is one of the most inquisitive holy arts I have mastered, so let the sacred meaning of Yin and Yang and the five elements first be combined with it."

Zhang Ruochen's arms spread out, slowly, releasing the sacred meaning of Yin and Yang and the five elements, condensing a huge Tai Chi mark.

...

Time passes quickly.

In the copper coffin, Zhang Ruochen practiced for a year and three months.

Every day, only the dragon elephant like a palm is practiced, and the sacred meanings of the five elements of yin and yang are manipulated. His proficiency in both has greatly improved.

It takes a lot of time and energy to cast a thousand-question-level high-level Holy Art in the Great Sacred Land of Bailijing.

After more than one year of cultivation, Zhang Ruochen's time to display the dragon-like palm is at least half shorter than before. However, when trying to integrate it with the sacred meaning of Yin Yang and the Five Elements, it always failed.

"Try again. If it doesn't work, I won't waste any more time. I can only settle for the next thing. It should be a lot easier to blend the divine will with the hundred-level high-level Holy Art."

"Wow!"

When Zhang Ruochen moved his mind, the Taiji mark formed by the sacred meaning of Yin Yang and Five Elements was suspended in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his bow and strode, and his powerful and masculine anger made his body burn.

On the left arm, the shadow of the ten-word Qinglong is entangled.

On his right arm, the imaginary shadow of ten burial gold and white tigers howled.

As the palm strength got stronger and stronger, the Taiji mark in front and the pulling depression were twisted and rushed towards the palms of both hands.

"Persist, fast, it's almost a little ..."

Zhang Ruochen's palm was already burning golden, as if it were about to melt, and his palm strength was accumulated to the peak. However, this palm has not been able to call out.

Can't call out yet.

"Press me."

Zhang Ruochen made a bold decision to release the real space of space, using space power, forcibly squeezed the Taiji mark toward the palms of his hands.

Unexpectedly, it was really useful.

When the seal of Taiji and the two palms are completely integrated, Zhang Ruochen only feels that his hands are as if they are no longer his own, heavy like a mountain, and he can no longer control his palm power.

"Oh!"

The right palm hit forward and made a terrifying tiger howling.

The horrible palm waves swelled out of the copper coffin, turned into a gold pillar, and straightened into the sky.

The bronze coffin was struck like a bell, making a loud noise, and flying all the people who were practicing under the sundial.

As soon as Xue Tu entered the Hanhai Manor, before he could shout the word "brother", he was frightened by the eruption of the copper coffin and flew backwards, hitting him against the light wall of the formation.

Blood was dripping from his ears.

...

The inner space of a copper coffin.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the surface of the corpse and looked at the two **** palms.

The power of that palm just now is too powerful, so powerful that it can't be controlled, and it hurts itself.

However, Zhang Ruochen laughed in the sky, feeling very good.

In any case, the sacred will of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements finally successfully combined with the dragon elephant like a palm.

But this is a good start!

As long as you practice hard, there will always be a day of integration.

At that time, where the heart is, where the palm is.

"To cultivate the perfect Yin-Yang-Five Elements sage, perhaps the power of space will play a huge role."

"Space ... Yin Yang ... Five Elements ..."

"Yin and Yang ... Space ... Five Elements ..."

Zhang Ruochen stood in the place, repeating these words repeatedly, and wanted to find the key to cultivate a grade of divine will.

Everything is yin and yang.

Everything is part of space.

Everything is composed of five elements.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure it out. Zhang Ruochen had to shake his head.

One product of sacred meaning, which can be understood overnight?

Outside the copper coffin, Zhang Ruochen felt the breath of blood slaughter, so he suspended his practice, his body soared, and returned to Hanhai Manor. The wounds on both palms have healed by themselves.

Zhang Ruochen stared at Xi Xi and asked, "How many **** stones will be consumed in a day?"

"Fifteen." Xi Xi said.

Zhang Ruochen's brow frowned deeply and he said to himself: "It's fifteen times the normal situation. Sure enough, the larger the space, the greater the consumption. I don't know, the monks who practiced in the copper coffin are stronger, or The greater the number of monks, will it affect the consumption of **** stones. "

One year of training takes fifteen **** stones.

It takes 15,000 **** stones to practice for a thousand years.

Where the general saint is affordable.

Blood Tu walked carefully behind Zhang Ruochen and said, "Brother, I have found the information of Jiannan Boundary!"

Zhang Ruochen turned around and asked seriously: "What is the general situation, which power is Jiannan Jie now in?"

Blood Slaughter: "The situation is a bit complicated! Originally, Jiannan Realm was the Department of Heaven and Fortune of the Temple of Destiny, and calculated the position in the universe. It was reached by the death shrine, one of the twelve shrines, and it was attacked and destroyed Personal collar for the Temple of Death. "

"But not long ago, several forces joined forces and spent a high price to buy Jiannan Realm from the hands of the High Priest of the Black Robes of Death."

Zhang Ruochen snorted softly: "Not long ago, how long?"

"It wasn't long after the battle of hunting the sky." Blood Slaughter.

Zhang Ruochen nodded gently and thoughtfully said: "There is no strong heritage in Jiannan Realm, no sacred mountain treasure land, and only one monk, through his own exploration, cultivates to the Great Holy Realm, which is a very low value The barren world. Some people are willing to pay a lot of money to buy it. Which forces did it? "

"Led by the ghost town Disha Ghost City, the bone clan's hidden bones and the corpse's eternal life hall also produced a large amount of magic stones ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ blood slaughter.

Zhang Ruochen said: "It really is a ghost town, it seems to really come against me. However, there are very few monks who know this transaction between me and Jiannanjie Monk. Who leaked it?"

The master of Disha Ghost City is the master of ghosts.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen thought of a person, a cold man appeared in his eyes, and asked, "Is the sword prisoner still in the realm of destiny?"

"He? He has already left, and is said to be going to the Temple of Immortality to hit Qianwen." Blood Slaughter.

"Dare to betray me, thinking that you can save your life by hiding in the Temple of Immortality, or breaking through the thousand questions?"

Zhang Ruochen's intention to kill was soaring.

With regard to the Jiannan Realm, Zhang Ruochen thought about it, and the only person who could think of the secret would be the Sword Emperor.

Zhou came in from the outside and presented a post to Zhang Ruochen, saying, "My son, a ghost repairer just now sent an invitation to invite you to talk to Goddess Tower tonight."