If so, Zhang Ruochen stood in the position of the ancestor of the dead Zen. In front of him, there were only two options.

Either you are waiting to die in the underworld alone, or you can open the channel between the yin and yang to save yourself. How should you choose?

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and sighed: "I felt for the first time that I had done something quite regretful." "Do you regret saved the poor monk?" The old monk laughed.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Yes."

The old monk smiled and said, "Actually, you don't have to regret it. Imagine if you knew in advance that the poor monk is the leader of the dead Zen religion, and did not do anything to save him. Then, after the poor monk died, the next one died. Man is you. "

"Secondly, if you don't do anything to save the poor monks, then you will never be able to cultivate into the Five Elements Chaos. So, as long as you pay, you will definitely be rewarded."

"If the poor monk is you, you will only think that you have done something worthwhile, and you will never regret it."

The old monk said, "Zhang Ruochen, do you know why the poor monks left Brahma Tao and created the dead Zen?"

Zhang Ruochen stared at him in the past and said: "It is rumored that you practice the dragon like a palm of your hand, you can't control the power in your body, go into the magic, and fall into evil ways."

"It's all nonsense, rumors can be heard, but they can't be trusted."

The old monk smiled and said, "Actually, the poor monks see the so-called monks who have attained Taoism in the Buddhist monks are too hypocritical and disdain to associate with them. Therefore, they chose to leave and teach themselves."

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "At least, they won't be able to do everything for your own life like you. Buddha once said that I don't go to **** who can go to hell. Can you do it?"

"But the Buddha didn't go to hell, only people went to hell." Said the old monk.

Zhang Ruochen frowned, no longer arguing with the dead ancestors.

Based on his experience, no matter how he argues, it is impossible to argue an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.

The old monk laughed: "Even those saints who are famous all over the world take the initiative to worship the poor monks, and the poor monks are too lazy to pay attention to them. Zhang Ruochen, do you know why the poor monks want to talk to you so much?"

"Why?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The old monk said: "Honestly, your talent is really high, and you have strong willpower, and you will have extraordinary achievements in the future. If you can worship the poor monk as a teacher, you can enjoy death under Zen and enjoy one person. The right above 10,000 people, in the future, the position of the leader of the dead Zen will certainly be you. What do you think? "

Zhang Ruochen's face also showed a smile, saying: "In the beginning, you thought that the people of Brahma were too hypocritical, so you rebelled against the Buddha. But in my eyes, you are too selfish and too narrow, so I I wo n’t worship you as a teacher. There ’s a sentence called ... Different ways do n’t work together. You should understand this sentence more clearly than I do. ”

The old monk was not angry, but instead appreciated Zhang Ruochen more and laughed: "Zhang Ruochen, after the Middle Ages, you are the only person who has the opportunity to cultivate to the tenth transformation of the dragon and fish, and forge the character of God. With a lot of strength, you have a great chance of success. The premise is that you must complete three kneeling and nine worship before becoming a disciple of a poor monk. "

Zhang Ruochen smiled: "You just want to complete the second thing you promised as soon as possible to make your mood more frank. Why should you use disciples as an excuse?"

The old monk smiled dumbly.

Zhang Ruochen turned straight, walked towards Mu Lingxi in the distance, and said without looking back: "Dead ancestor, the second thing you owe me is not so easy to return. I will cultivate by my own strength. To the tenth change of Yulong, you do not need your help. "

Zhang Ruochen is not afraid of the death ancestors turning their faces, but whoever commits big evils must have great wisdom and courage. He certainly won't ruin his promise and state of mind because of a monk in a fish and dragon realm.

There is no harm in his practice.

The mind master Buddha's eyes burst out with two golden flames and walked towards Zhang Ruochen: "Master, if you are not in a position to take a shot, let the disciples take the shot and teach me to deal with the aftermath."

"intention."

The old monk stopped the mind master Buddha, smiled, and said, "Why are you so extreme? He doesn't want to worship a poor monk as a teacher, but he doesn't represent it, and he won't want to."

"As long as he returns to the Kunlun realm, he will understand how cruel the reality is. The court will not let him go, the black market will not let him go, and the immortal blood tribe will not let him go. When desperate, they will come to me. "

"Did the blood come?"

The mind master Buddha immediately took out dozens of drops of **** blood and handed them all to the dead ancestors.

The sleeves of the old monk rolled up, a powerful buddha gas poured out, and the seals on the surface of dozens of drops of **** blood were all cracked and opened.

The blood of God exudes an extremely powerful breath, like dozens of blood-red stars flying in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the old monk used dead Zen Buddhism to drop a drop of blood on the surface of the mountain of the black volcano, overlapping with the Buddhist text he had previously recorded.

In the distance, Zhang Ruochen came to Mu Lingxi's side and hugged her soft body.

Because of the huge consumption of holy spirit, Mu Lingxi seemed very weak, relying on Zhang Ruochen's arms, a pair of bright eyes, but staring at the distant dead ancestors and mind master Buddha.

"Zhang Ruochen ... that old monk ... was it really the dead ancestor?" Mu Lingxi asked.

"Ok."

Mu Lingxi asked, "What is he doing?"

Zhang Ruochen's gaze was also on the body of the dead ancestor.

Until this moment, I finally understood why the half-holy bodies of the dead Zen carried a drop of **** blood.

It is estimated that all of them brought the blood of the gods to the valley of ghosts and gods, and prepared to give them to the dead ancestors.

But, what does the ancestor of Dead Zen use the blood of God?

"Leave here first."

Zhang Ruochen's back spread out the dragon wings, holding Mu Lingxi, performing his physical skills, and rushed out of the black volcano.

Based on previous experience, Zhang Ruochen quickly crossed the magmatic ocean and reached the shore.

Zhang Ruochen's feet had just landed. In the direction behind him, the black flames began to shake violently, and the mountain continued to rise.

"Booming."

At the same time, the magma ocean began to roll violently, setting off tens of meters of golden waves.

The center of the ocean, a shocking divine power, spread out and radiated out in all directions. The tombstones with tens of thousands of miles centered on the Valley of Ghosts and Gods are all shaking, rising from the ground.

There are undead howling everywhere in the underworld, making a harsh noise.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the shore, emitting colorful and chaotic brilliance, looking at the black volcano in the distance with amazement.

As the mountain continued to rise, the black volcano finally showed its true features, which was ... a human-like body. The body of the corpse wore black armor, standing like a giant standing on the surface of the sea.

Compared with the corpse, Zhang Ruochen standing on the shore was like a tiny dust.

Previously, the part exposed on the surface was just the top of the corpse.

The crater above the corpse's head still gushes with golden magma, flowing down continuously. It can be imagined that the Emperor of the Bone Bone at that time must have killed him here with a sword penetrating the top of his head.

"Muff ... this is the legend ... the **** corpse ..." Mu Lingxi took a deep breath.

"It should be right."

Zhang Ruochen nodded, and said, "The ancestors of the dead Zen came to the underworld, in order to find the corpse of God and refine the war corpse."

The ancestors of the dead Zen stood at the bone of the nose of the corpse and looked down, and raised his voice: "Zhang Ruochen, if you regret it now, worship the poor monk as a teacher, the poor monk can take you out of here and return to Kunlun Realm."

The mind master Buddha stands on the left shoulder of the corpse, his hands folded, and the whole body emits white Buddha light, which looks extremely sacred.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the ground, only smiling slightly, but did not respond.

The ancestor of Dead Zen shook his head and looked rather disappointed. He stopped talking and mobilized the Dead Zen Dharma to control the dead body. The corpse of the gods took a huge step, but just a step forward, they crossed a distant distance and stepped out of the valley of ghosts and gods.

Between heaven and earth, that powerful divine power gradually dissipated, and the pressure on Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi disappeared instantly.

Mu Lingxi said: "Why is the ancestor of Dead Zen sure that he can return to the Kunlun realm? Couldn't Xiu reach his height and break the extreme wall of space over the dead river?"

"It is really hard to say whether Xiu can break the polar wall of space in order to reach his situation. But the power of the corpse can certainly break the polar wall of space." Zhang Ruochen said.

Mu Lingxi pursed his lips lightly and said, "Yes, yes, the ancestor of Dead Zen control of the corpse of God is also in control of a super-sacred power. Now, who else can fight him?"

"Don't underestimate the large and middle-aged families and ancient families in the Kunlun realm. They can continue to survive from ancient times to the present. They all have some extraordinary means to protect themselves from the calamity."

Zhang Ruochen also said: "Furthermore, the ancestor of the Dead Zen is now only in the initial control of the corpse. To make the corpse into a war corpse, it takes a lot of resources and time. At least, in a few years, he cannot succeed . "

Mu Lingxi said: "So, how do we leave the Valley of Ghosts and Gods?"

"Since the corpse of God is no longer in the Valley of Ghosts and Gods, the space here will gradually return to stability. Moreover, the divine power that suppresses us will also disappear quickly. At that time, our cultivation can make it very easy to board Go up the cliff and leave the Valley of Ghosts and Gods. "Zhang Ruochen said.

Next ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Mu Lingxi held a holy stone in his hand, absorbed the holy spirit, and began to recover.

However, the magmatic ocean began to be rapidly cold, especially at the edges, and it has become dark golden, gradually forming hard blocks and turning into rocks.

The corpse of God has been stored here for 100,000 years, and certain things around it must have become divine.

Just this piece of magma ocean has a lot of divine power. When it is cold and turns into rock, you can knock down a piece and bring it back to the Kunlun realm, and you can sell it for a lot of money.

This kind of rock can be used as the cornerstone of the formation, which is enough to increase the power of the formation.

At the same time, it can also be used to decorate the altar, which can make the altar more sacred.

The dead ancestors despise these things, but Zhang Ruochen deserves them. There are so many rocks with divine power that will definitely be useful in the future.

Of course, if it is possible to remove God's armor fragments, or one or two **** bones from the magma ocean, then it is really priceless.